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St. John's Eve
by Peter Humphreysas I close the curtains
on this day
what can I say
what dare I say
upon this gathering eve
across the graveyard
silence broods
or is it calm
I cannot say
what could I say
as out the window
shyly I peep
in hope of what
I must not say
how can I say
if bat or owl
on evening flight
should cross
this threshold of the night
for narrow barred
as in a cell
how could I know
or wish to show
my frightened face
for fear of fear
can hurt the heart
and dull the eyes
but no-one says
for no-one knows
what goes on at night
midst tombstones
only the owl and bat in flight
can know
the mysteries of the night
but they cannot say
I dare to say 06/19/2010 Posted on 06/19/2010
Copyright © 2025 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/19/10 at 05:24 PM Nice write Peter. It reminds me of the graveyard near my home when I was young. When very young we were afraid but later we would play there. |
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