Goddess of the Mist

Evening Owl

On a balmy night you’re in my sight
on the highest tree branch you alight 
whispering winds stroke ruffled wings
in your haunting call my senses delight

A stranger, you come but once a year
you’re a portent of luck though in some cause fear
russet raptor of doom gazing down on tombs
your intentions remain unclear

On widow-making branches you linger
as you scan the necropolis, the bringer
of a serene surprise most will not realize
invader from a mystic realm, the ultimate infringer

For it is not from this world you come, no
from somewhere dreams are undone
and I welcome you here, my clever seer
and to your spectral customs I succumb

My feathered friend, you inspire contemplations
in the mystery behind your eyes, soul-searching observations
there are no words to say nor need for talk
we’ll spend our nights in star-gazing meditations

Always at home in the shadows are you and I
furiously fighting against the wind, tormented hearts undisciplined
to the ways of a world we will never fit in
taking comfort in the awakening of our eyes
in the truths we uncover, you are infinitely wise

Comments4

  • Doggerel Dave

    There be plenty of wisdom and some goddessing going on with owls, so you are on target Goddess of the Mist.
    And you've added value in your well constructed poem.

  • Accidental Poet

    Very well penned Goddess. ; )

  • John Prophet

    Always loved the haunting sound of owls at night. Beautiful write.

  • A.C Doomcraft

    "Invader from a mystic realm, the ultimate infringer" is such a cool line, overall great poem about a beautiful yet deadly creature.



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