Cousins shuttered by the full bloom of Moon blossoms and night shade smiles,
The radiating shadow realm of dabbling dusk
And the eclipsed illusion of glaring confusion,
Disengaged delirium for the clarity of an evening
Sun and an inky umbra of rare wonder, by the shine
On a Raven's wings and the embers
Of eternity.
BIO: Ron is aspiring to become established as a poet and a short story writer. He has written 100 books of poetry over the past several years and 17 novels: He has been submitting his work for the past two years. He is thrilled by acceptance and is always looking for an audience. He has published 450 poems, 270 short stories and 82 pieces of art in over 128 periodicals, books and anthologies. He has been accepted in England, Australia, Canada, Thailand and India.
Anything with ravens in it always chills me to the bone. This was a suitably haunting poem, Ron.
ReplyDeleteTo me this conjured up an image of mad cousins locked away in an old house, only allowed out at dusk. Chilling!
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