Notes About The Poem
MOLASS: English Mid 16th century word (in an earlier sense). North-american molasses.
Umbra of Night
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The winding roads weave in and out
Through the thick murkiness of my mind
Molass density permeates this soupy blackout
Opening the door for foggy convoluted whimsy
A marginal lucidity that’s delicate and flimsy
A menacing daze to which I am resigned
On the threshold sitting so precarious
I waver uncontrollably with wits amiss
Of a mind gone off track and delirious
Vile visions born of darkness whirl inside my head
That they might escape is what most I dread
Those shadowy creatures that umbra nights dismiss
Read on air by invitation ~ June 22, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 4, 2019 for contest RHYME TIME 7- DEEP AND DARK sponsored by LU LOO - RANKED 1ST
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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