Wednesday 15 May 2013

Wakening


This grew, somewhat unexpectedly, in the late evening yesterday and the early morning of today.





Wakening  -  15 May 13


Memories slumbering
In the depths of my mind
Calling to me to stir
The shadows of a thought

Words unspoken
Haunt the recesses
And dark places
Where ghosts never go

Secrets whisper among themselves
Gathering form making shapes
Becoming
More than just whispers

Then with just a word
From an ancient spell
The fragments gathered
Wakening





I cannot but help getting the feeling that there is a sequel brewing.


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2 comments:

  1. the first stanza really grabbed my attention!

    "Secrets whisper among themselves"

    that is truly a magnificent line!!!

    a little frightening at the end, but i hope there IS a sequel.

    i absolutely love this poem, Ainsley!!!

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    1. The ending wasn't meant to be frightening but was supposed to be leaving it open to allow for a possible sequel.

      So glad you liked my offering dani ♥ thank you for your Lovely comments.

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