Francesco

Angels and Bagpipes

Pre-emptive aches, a hollow chest

as autumn reappears

and darkened foliage front and rear

lay down the robin's nest.

 

As blurry sights approaching near

(the end of all things wild)

returns invasive yet so mild

an unexpected fear.

 

Attentive like a frightened child

who ventures in the snow,

an ever-incoherent low

destroys an all-time high.

 

Gradually fades the summer glow

into a sombre sound,

when angels gather all around

and bagpipes cease to blow.

 

Relentless in an inward bound

reflection, shoots a dart

a silent smile is the rejection

that annihilates the heart.

Comments7

  • Tony36

    Great write

    • Francesco

      Thank you :)

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • WriteBeLight

        I am trying to enjoy all of the seasons, but I agree, I miss the 70 degree dry weather. Grin and bear it for now. I liked your poem.

      • willyweed

        nice poem I hope to see more, welcome to the noodle factory! ww

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        WELCOME FRANCESCO ~ Thanks for a very haunting first poem. I'm from the UK and the skirl o' the pipes always makes my hair stand on end ! We do hear the pipes more in the Summer but they burst into life at Hogmanay and to pipe in the Haggis on Burns Evening in January and they do always summon (awaken) the ANGELS ! ~
        Thanks again please check my POEMS ~ BRIAN

        • Francesco

          Thank you Brian for your warm welcome. I am happy to be here and look forward to reading and sharing more.

        • SabreLi

          Such colourful language could have made this a challenging poem if you hadn't so seemlessly pieced it together! I love taking the journey through the seasons with you, and such an appropriate time of year as well. Well done; I look forward to more of your work xx

          • Francesco

            Thank you for your kind words. :) x

          • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷😸

            Wow his has an awesome rhyme scheme and I loved the exotic autumnal part, since we only have summers and rainy here wherei live now. The poem has a classical touch to it which I always admire. Kudos.


            U r most welcome to comment under my latest poem too . I'm quite a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere or got sth from it until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.

          • kevin browne

            such a breeze of poem. love it.

            • Francesco

              Thank you Kevin, I'm happy you enjoyed it.
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