Tree of Spirits
There is a world far beyond our own,
Where there is a tree and not a soul.
Planted on the dark side of the horizon
It harbors the spirits lost in tragedies
Struggling to find a place in Heaven.
When the moon sneaks above the sky
Looking like a black orb without radiance,
Looms out of the dark clouds with a sneer,
Then the tree glows in vibrant colors
With smoky hues of red, green and blue
Forming a grim nimbus around it.
This grotesque spectacle is conjured
By the occult of witches and warlocks
For the souls try to take forms of the past
In a hellish way to liberate themselves
From the leash of branches entwined
Within the hideous trunk from which
Beautiful faces and rotten skulls and
Mortified eyes peer into the darkness
In a despairing search for a glimpse
Of something that breathes.
August 29, 2020
Notes
This work was originally published as part of a photo prompt hosted on Instagram.
Perceptions seem to have found their ways through the poet's pen. I did appraise, but there's still something is left to be said. A worthy post indeed!
ReplyDeleteVery deep thoughts ... your words carved a visual for a poet eyes. Nice work as always!
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