It had been a cold gray day, shadows reached out to greet him before he knocked on darkness' door
Night had always been a gracious host, serving him sweetened dreams and a warmed glass of hope
But tonight he had different expectations
Cold bitter nightmares, a martyr's drink, served with aged crow lay on the table
He felt a draft blow through his bones, the kitchen now closed
A meager cold supper on a winter's night
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I like the darkness of this piece my friend
Thank you Norman your words mean a lot
most welcome, enjoyed read
Quite a familiar winter night now in poem before me. 🙏🕊️
Thank you Cryptic your words are most important to me and most appreciated
Dark, restrained, and deeply evocative. The closing metaphor is especially powerful. Very well written!!!
Thank you Salvia I very much appreciate your review and comment
You're very welcome
i love the style and how the darkness is just portrayed, its such a wonderful piece of art
Thank you so much Isa for the review and most kind words. They are deeply appreciated and valued
This reads like a quiet descent—controlled, reflective, and heavy with atmosphere. You’ve built a strong emotional arc using the idea of night as a host, then subverted it in a really effective way.
Thank you Thomas so much for the read and your words of analysis they mean a good deal my friend
A very sad poem. Nicely done. Your poem revolves around a character facing a lonely and bitter night, contrasting his previous experiences of comfort and hope with a current sense of desolation and coldness. The imagery you painted of a cold, dark kitchen and a meager supper evokes feelings of abandonment and hopelessness.
Thank you my friend for the review and interpretation it is most valued and appreciated.
A fine write SB.
Thank you my friend it is appreciated
He seemed to be Okay with the Darkness. Then something changed. But What? That's the real mystery for me here. The food was already laid on the table. So doesn't live alone . Thought Provoking piece. 🤔
Thanks Kevin sometimes even good friends have disagreements and it is eating that crow that is bitter. Appreciate your comment my friend
Soren, this is one haunting piece. I love how you turn the language of hospitality into something colder with each passing image, until even the simplest comfort has disappeared. That final image of the cold supper is a heartbreaking place to leave the reader. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much Tristan your words mean a great deal and are as always most appreciated.
Very noir .. near Gothic in fact best read standing by the stove with the candle lit .. Neville
Thank you my friend for the read and comment. Just thought I would try something a bit different.
Great imagery and well written.
Thank you so much for the read and kind words they are appreciated
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