Uncivilized.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Uncivilized.

 

Night has arrived now from other places
with uncivilized black crouched in silence.

Fox interrupts with shrieks of impatience
as some crafty victim out-paces his guile.

Hungry owl sits on window ledge, staring
and screams at phantoms as his prey drops. 

An un-dead sprite whines, as if preparing
to raise dread before my heartbeat stops.

Fearful this feeling without much of candle
near lightless I pan to catch rustling shapes.

As day succumbs and chamber left lampless
From dreaming  I rouse and make my escape.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2017 03:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Frank Prem

    Great painting to serve as meditation, Fay. Tricky in the rhymes - very strong ending, I thought.

  • FredPeyer

    What a picture, is she bringing the candle for a night of love-making, or is she leaving, saying good-bye?
    And the poem is not bad either!

  • kevin browne

    why must we in fact Fay Slimm? I love this and think you have done a great job. thank you.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks FAY ~ I love poetry that is inspired by a picture as this one is and some of mine are also. The LADY is so so wistful and (to my eye ?) appears to be "with child" ? This would add poignancy to your beautiful Word. Love all your Poems FAY they always speak to my Heart not my Head. I'm trying to perceive the Poem through your eyes & mind ~ OK. Thanks for sharing ! Yours as ever BRIAN

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful dark words Fay. Great write.

  • Louis Gibbs

    Enchanting poetic interpretation of an intriguing piece if art, Fay. I always look forward to your work.

  • Michael Edwards

    Beautifully worded scene - I can see it my minds eye even without the picture.

  • malubotelho

    I put myself inside that scenario as reading it. Felt intrigued by your writing. Thanks for sharing. Soon to receive your book.

  • burning-embers

    Fear of the darkness brings forth many a picture. Have no fears i say, for these demons would have come and got you many moons ago were they real. The fear here is fear itself.
    Splendid write with clearly understood metaphor.

  • Tony36

    Great write, love the painting to



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