This moonless darkness
bends the boughs of leaf-
it smothers wind,
it mutes the clocks
and burdened with its naught
its icicled limbs
around my craven chest
that grant me access
to my wake to come.
Linked to Open Link Night at DVerse where Linda Hosts-
January 23, 2020
Dang, Bjorn, your poem gave me visions of being buried alive. Thank goodness permission was given to wake from the dread.
Ah, but the rebirth as days grow longer.
That gave me chills and made me feel claustrophobic all at once.
Truly chilling Bjorn.
Moonless and leafless, a naked darkness with icicled limbs! Your poem gave me the chills! I love the thought that darkness mutes the clocks.
Very chilling with haunting, amazing detail. Superb piece with fantastic imagery.
I can feel the weight of that darkness.
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.
Haunting and beautiful.
Happy New year, Bjorn.
“it wraps its icicled limbs around my craven chest,” … Such fantastic dark imagery in this one, Bjorn! ❤
Nice description of the effect of darkness: “burdened with its naught”
darkness mutes the clocks…icicled limbs – a very cold and chilling poem
Such a vivid description of darkness, but the access to my wake to come does give hope!
This is absolutely chilling! Love your vivid description.
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I always love the poetry I find at Dverse’s open link night. This one by Bjorn is brief, but still leaves a wintery chill!
I am a great fan of horror and gothic themes. I love this poem and the darkness tears deep in the heart.
Great blog I enjoyed readding