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Requiem of White Ash

 
 
 

Requiem of White Ash

An albino raven meditates
during an alabaster moonrise.
Darkness reaches from shadows
to grasp the soulless.
Hideous cries from the upper branches
of the tall Stone Mountain pines.
Ghosts from another time reincarnate
as swirling mists over fields of cotton.
Magpies joust upon the old sagging roof
of a forgotten plantation cabin.
Hooded ones chant to their lesser being
who fulfills their twisted dreams.
They praise the Sun and Moon each night
as spirited white flames flicker.
Cherry blossoms scattered in the grip of
a heartless tempest blow.
Meteors strike the golden mountain;
a stark truth is finally told.
Life was hard in the Georgia of yesterday,
pantries stored nothing but memories.
The water from the pump was a hazy red,
smelling like decrepit sulfur.
Witches cast spells; send superstitions to hell,
as white ash rises under the full moon.
Wispy tendrils of foggy spirits rise into a red sky,
as he of the white flame greets the dead.






Article © Ken Allan Dronsfield. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-11-26
Image(s) are public domain.


1 Reader Comments

Michael Lee Johnson
11/27/2018
12:27:29 PM

Incredible imagery for a wonderful poet of merit.

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