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A Fading Light

A Fading Light

 

Woven furrows of tufted grass

enshrines a natures past

From battlements and lofty spires 

to a ravenous squirrel aloft

Memories layered one upon another

autumns to cover the summer

Capricious skies and radiant moons

the mists of dawn to sit and stay

Solitary figures each a history

in dwellings of ancient stone

A gaunt tree of autumnal fright

a halloween pumpkin of evil delight

A pervasive silence of proven sound

dim lights glowing in distant towns

To hibernate and sleep to dream of light

on beds of heavy down to slumber

Subdued, deadened and hidden away

a requiem is played on frosty pastures

Drifts of time repeat their story

as time is given to store anew

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raypool

Fri 9th Nov 2018 19:50

Excellent flow to this Keith - it really is a commitment of mind . I like "proven sound" especially. This poem has a strength to it as you challenge the reader wisely.

Ray

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Fri 9th Nov 2018 19:46

Every line has something to capture the reader.
I do love your writing.

Hannah

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Douglas MacGowan

Fri 9th Nov 2018 19:07

I really like how you use multiple senses: sight & sound & tactile to capture the entirety of a moment.

I see the narrator on the top of a hill thinking about what the view brings to mind.

Good descriptions, too.

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