In eyes whose panes….
With eyes whose panes obscure a curtained depth
of shadows hid in secret lampless rooms,
I see a growing resonance of death:
the damp, decay, and stillness of the tomb.
The silent, prowling panther of the night
is threading through the sunbeams’ golden bars.
My eyes engage the swiftly-fading light
to wrest it from the secret, sullen stars
In desperation, fearing worse than life,
My resolution strengthens its control.
I sniff the air. But, slicing like a knife,
A damp, dead stillness enters in my soul
© e-griff 2023
Thanks cut and paste error as you probably guessed
I have always been the forum moderator. On this site that seems to be transformed. into admin. So it’s none of my doing.
Very strong lines, and deeply dark images, I have had varying ideas of the meaning from depression to self harm to ‘it’s just what it is’ Still no conclusions can you enlighten me? I really enjoyed reading though whatever the meaning behind it. Sue.
I didn’t have any specific theme in mind, just a melange of those you have mentioned. I like to engage a reader and get them supplying their own ideas.
My main personal motive was a celebration of evocative words and wordplay
Yes, it’s great stuff John. I enjoyed the darkness of it. May I offer a small critique. I would suggest that “I see a growing resonance” conflicts with the start of the stanza. May I offer feel or hear?
Mike, it starts ‘With eyes….. .’ .So he sees with them.! ..
Okay, my mistake….got that now.