Dream of a Living Night
by Kristine Briese
We meet amid the dervish of the storm
And scream into the night to make it known
That we have seen - and known - the Devil's form.
How did we get into this combat zone?
We stare into a sky of flashing light
And cower under roofs of flesh and bone.
We see a creature laughing at our fright,
Then look again - to find ourselves alone.
Now suddenly our shelters come to life
And grinning skulls intensify the night.
We look for chinks where we can stab the knife.
They disappear - we hold each other tight.
A lightning bolt turns nighttime into day
And scatters fiery sparks onto our souls,
Licking at our moans along the way -
Then skips across the sky as thunder rolls.
The thunder sings the Devil's song corrupt
With evil laughter scattered here and there,
Until the silence, thorough and abrupt,
Descends with darkness, deep and everywhere.
We meet beneath a morning sun that's bright
And smile, refreshed, and now completely sane.
We ask each other how we passed the night
And smile again, remembering - only rain.
Posted on 03/29/2002
Copyright © 2021 Kristine Briese
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/29/11 at 06:48 PM|
Clever ending, it forced me to read it all again. I like this poem, my only quiff would be that some of the lines do not flow well and are cumbersome to read. Specifically lines: 4, 8, 12... actually it is a pattern. Perhaps these should be broken into 4 line stanza's?