This moonless darkness
bends the boughs of leaf-
less oaks,
it smothers wind,
it mutes the clocks
and burdened with its naught
it wraps
its icicled limbs
around my craven chest
that grant me access
to my wake to come.

Bad Night by Francisco Goya

Linked to Open Link Night at DVerse where Linda Hosts-

January 23, 2020

17 responses to “Moonless

  1. Moonless and leafless, a naked darkness with icicled limbs! Your poem gave me the chills! I love the thought that darkness mutes the clocks.

  2. I love the break on leaf-less there. You also have great timing here in the reveal at the end – the narrative viewpoint is masterful.

  3. “it wraps its icicled limbs around my craven chest,” … Such fantastic dark imagery in this one, Bjorn! ❤

  4. I am a great fan of horror and gothic themes. I love this poem and the darkness tears deep in the heart.

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