In The Still Of The Night

In The Still Of The Night short poem

The hills around me stand silent,

Veiled in the darkness

Of a sombre, bitter-chill winter night,

As though mourning for a beloved long gone

The cold winds blow from across the sea

Over the peaks, thru’ the valleys and the tree-tops

Their low howling strangely despondent

As though longing for a lost love.

The wolf on the mound raises his head,

Silhouetted against the purple of the skyline,

Calling to the moon with a beseeching heart,

As though crying for the return of his mate.

As I sit under a moonlit canopy of green

Looking out into the black distance,

A shadow of sadness across my face,

To you my melancholy thoughts belong…………

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Abhijith Karthikeya

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Wannabe poet/philosopher, compulsive writer, connoisseur of English writing and all things beautiful, idealist, habitual trekker, love the wild outdoors and animals, fanatic for fitness, absolutely passionate about horses. On the other hand I am variously sentimental, naieve, an ingenuous ignoramus, an eternal romantic and an idealist who doesn't know where he's going but I'm hoping I'm on the way...
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Your love for the outdoors reflects in the words of this beautiful poem @Abhijith and one can almost feel oneself transported to that night on the hillside. The loneliness that anyone would feel in such a situation seeps through..keep being a romantic!


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