Spluttering Silence
Spluttering Silence
That night was a night like no other.
A night of dark and brooding skies,
Blue-tinged clouds and
Shooting stars which bore the scars
Of a million flickering miles.
Slowly, silently, all was dimmed and
A moon which hung disconsolate,
Its light no longer needed and
Useless as a burst balloon,
Simply faded and receded.
The stillness matched the darkness
In intensity and pain,
Until from deep within the earth,
From its very core, hot like fire,
A sound began to resonate,
A rumbling explosion that
roared and rushed to the surface,
Spilling scalding red rivers
And Sulphur fumed ashes
Upon a once verdant landscape.
Earth’s death throes, harsh and unrelenting,
A spluttering slide into silence.
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6 Comments
Jordis Fasheh
Remarkable, Bernie! You captured a moment of eruption beautifully!
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Thank you so much, Jordis. I’m delighted that you liked this 🙂
Nadine
“That night was a night like no other.
A night of dark and brooding skies,
Blue-tinged clouds and
Shooting stars which bore the scars
Of a million flickering miles.
Slowly, silently, all was dimmed and
A moon which hung disconsolate”
Bernie, this was breathtaking. Absolutely gorgeous.
radhikasreflection
Loved the imagery portrayed by your words Bernie. 💖
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Thanks a million for commenting, I really appreciate it. And glad you enjoyed the poem!
radhikasreflection
My pleasure 🙂