Winter's Pewter Ghost
Like an eye through a keyhole
the moon's eclipse obfuscates
sun's white incandescence,
turns the solstice to morgue-gray.
As mist rises from a charcoal lake
laced with ice's torn edges
minions of leafless oak and alder
witness in slate silence
winter's pewter ghost,
floating phoenix-like
above July's embers
when water shimmered with indigo,
rippling tangelo butterflies in its wake.
Now sirens of graphite shores
lure like dark sentinels into platinum light
to unleash the fortunes
of this nether wasteland.
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.
