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Longest Night

longest night greyed crumbling walls housed holy monks in rising song now only sparrows sing moor brown winter dry Kathy searches for Heathcliff ponies huddle in ruins ancient spirits walk hill path pilgrimages stars watch impassive white ladies maidens float above in tower halls mice gather wheat seeds wuthering winds pry tightly shuttered windows hold fox yips hound sleeps on fill the hearth higher gather for tales softly told owls screech wisdom whisper blessed words drape the magic greenery round soon night ends larks sing

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John Fleming

Date: 10/18/2017 2:17:00 PM

I really do like this, Patricia...conjures up endless amounts of cozy images -- beautiful poetry! Your good friend. :) john

John Fleming
Date: 10/19/2017 8:45:00 AM

Hhmmm...not yet. But I am getting more and more interested in the Chinese style of poetic writings. Maybe I will have a little dabble at it? :)

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/18/2017 3:06:00 PM

I am honoured that you like my poem. Does it tempt you to try Haiku.

Line Gauthier

Date: 10/15/2017 8:51:00 PM

Loved all the subtle imagery you conjured up. Great poem.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/15/2017 9:54:00 PM

Thank you.

Dale Gregory Cozart

Date: 10/15/2017 3:04:00 PM

This is gorgeous! I love everything about Wuthering Heights and you captured it all perfectly!

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/15/2017 9:55:00 PM

Me too. thank you.

Barry Stebbings

Date: 10/15/2017 2:10:00 PM

Beautifully evocative piece about an ancient abbey. I particularly like the first haiku that leads into the poem. // Barry

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/15/2017 9:58:00 PM

I thank you for your attention to my poem. After I wrote the first it seemed s if I could not stop tis morning.