The Witching Hour
by Norma Martiri
Inside the deepest, darkest night,
An eerie presence unexplained.
Abstruse dreams jolted with a fright,
My booming heart alert and strained.
A feeble light; my sole defence,
While choked screams fade in cold silence.
Malevolence seeks to devour,
Disquieted souls in this dark hour.
(Rispetto)
Copyright ©: 2011 Norma Martiri
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Tiger Drinking at Forest Pool by Ruth Padel
- Шекспир – Я лью потоки горьких слез – Сонет 44
- And Doth Not a Meeting Like This by Thomas Moore
- For The Anniversary Of My Death by W. S. Merwin
- How cruel are the parents by Robert Burns
- Владимир Британишский – Феодосия, Керчь, Таганрог
- Companies See Mobile Games Development As a Profitable Business Option
- The Prodigal Son by Rudyard Kipling
- An Immorality poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Владимир Степанов – Робот (Буква Р)
- Notes For The Legend Of Salad Woman by Michael Ondaatje
- Новелла Матвеева – Есть вопиющий быт, есть вещие примеры
- Leaving Albania by Morelle Smith
- On The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese by William Wordsworth
- The Time I Like Best by Roger McGough
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
