This Worldly Light
The earth is beaten hard by working boots
and baked by scorching sun in early spring
that cracked like drying skin with calloused corns.
As weeds are forked, entwined around the gate,
I prised the tendrils, pulling out their roots,
then ambered skies descended nightly slopes
and gilt the rusted rails with golden tones.
Above the crescent moon released aglow
a halo, loosely hung beyond the dark
with thorns entwined like spiral crowns in style.
A shaded figure stood. He seemed alone
but knocked for entry easing doors ajar.
Ahead a whitened path through shadows wove
a way that glimmered brightly, moonlight drenched.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
