Sunday, 4 November 2012

Dark Angel 30/10/12

There’s a full moon rising behind the darkened trees
Everything is black as yet; the night sky’s a darkish blue
A few stars are breaking through; faintly glowing
Wispy clouds bedeck this evening’s birth
Slowly she rises up into the velvet skies
Glowing as she skims the tops of the Eucalypt trees
I am still doing the washing as the crickets serenade me
Too much to do before I give in
I watch; mesmerised as the darker clouds move into focus
Smothering the moon’s bright glow
I am hanging out the third load now and
As I look up I see the darkness growing
Covering up the moon; like a miasma
Hovering around like a huge dark angel!
From behind the garage; the gum tree’s branch
Looks strangely eerie; like a bony hand; stretching out
I watch as all slowly changes; the rising moon
Escapes those evil clutches and glows brightly once again!


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