Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Under the hunter’s moon
The blood pools and spoons
Around a blackened shape,
Laying motionless in the
Autumn wake;
Crinkly leaves flutter down
The winding, fall-filled path.
A leaf catches in its hair,
The rustling noise hangs there
In the crisp autumn air.
Still, lying there,
A shell
Exposed in the night’s air,
Crawls alive
From the inside:
The nightcrawlers’ feast
Is the overtaking
Of a pitiful being,
Struck down by a mob
Blindly "in the right”
As they stormed, enraged,
A tiki-torch parade,
The solitary soul
Fell on the blade
Under the hunter’s moon.
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- Comment from author about the poem: O fair and radiant moon, tonight you are my muse - my love.
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Comments2
It is that Halloween season and this one fits right in. Dark and suspensfull a fun read Tristan
Thank you! And such a brilliant moon last night (at least where i am) to inspire it! Really glad the poem resonated!
Bravo
Thank you 🙏
You're welcome
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