Poetry Blogs (triumph)
Tonight, the demon walks.
It has woken and staked its claim,
Dragging with it the tortures of the past.
Will it never cease?
Nights stillness creates shadows
That play out every lonely moment
In time to the clocks tick.
The emptiness burrows through to the soul,
Pushing out all resemblance of peace.
To each own mind one must face
The ever encroaching darkness
Saturday 13th June 2020 7:52 am
This is my humble commentary on that matchless Middle Eastern and Indian story-book “One Thousand and One Nights”. Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov's symphonic suite of the same name is the perfect musical accompaniment!
Tell me, Scheherazade, how you fled
the evil emir like a bleeding lion,
his twisting, vengeful face now full with
requieted lust; your wisdom shines...
Thursday 19th October 2017 8:34 am