Poetry by Amandla Med T. Castro : Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice

Press the attack, panic!
As you hear your demons
Congregate at the attic
searing eyes, long talons

The longest night fell upon
the lone and unwary
man whose soul siphoned
in the shadows of memory

With which the lanes
were occupied and bleak
where the dark remnants
were at their peak

Lo, and behold the spree
of night and shadows
dancing through the alley
as we speak

The night sinks deeper
The subtle aria of retort
We all blink, we all fought
direly praying for a restful sleep

The cold delves closer
The whimsical dreams of rapport
We all think, we all thought
of all the memories there is to keep

photo by McGill Library (unsplash)

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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