Thursday, 17 March 2011

In The Dead of Night

Running softly, soundlessly
across the midnight rooftops
a dozen factory chimneys etched in black

Through the silhouettes of night
my soul goes running
silence masking its footfalls

Far away a ship calls home
its cry echoing
in the murky blackness

A pigeon roosts
on a factory windowsill
its glass reflecting the moon

As my soul goes running
no shadows does it cast
nor reflections are seen

For who will take the time
in the dead of night
to look at midnight rooftops

and notice as my soul goes running

© Susannah Bec 2011


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this. I can hear the soul's feet, running like a wolf across the midnight rooftops. Awesome, Susannah!!!!

Susannah said...

Thanks Sherry. :-)

This one is decades old, while no new inspiration is flowing I thought I would give some old ones an airing!

It is always good to see you. x

Hayden Andrews said...

A decades old poem? It seemed very 'Here and now' to me ;) An imagination provoking read. Thank you.

The Poetry Bin

Anonymous said...

Loved the midnight imagery you created here. A unique write.

Susannah said...

Thanks very much Hayden and Yelena. Your comments are much appreciated and it is very nice to meet you both. :-)

Lynda Lehmann said...

Just wonderful! The idea of your soul running quietly on rooftops really resonates and has a feeling of inevitability! Well done.

Susannah said...

Thank you Lynda. :-)

It is good to see you!

Emily Young said...

Beautiful! I love this line - "Far away a ship calls home
its cry echoing." For some reason this poem reminded me of something T.S. Eliot might write.

Susannah said...

Thanks very much Emily. :-)

Renee said...

I really like this one, Susannah. I am very much aware of my soul within my Spiritual self and you have given your's such life! Who would have thought. Brilliant!

Susannah said...

Thanks very much Renee. :-)

Kim Nelson said...

I think I would notice. My soul is out there running too...

Susannah said...

Great comment Kim. :-) x

Rinkly Rimes said...

What a beautiful poem. You captured the mystery of night when thoughts have lives of their own. The rooftop images are lovely. I almost wish I didn't sleep like a log every night!

Elizabeth said...

Physically I'm a scaredy cat, but my soul is a seeker and must run, even through the midnight hours. Love this Susannah, it resonates deeply.


Susannah said...

Rinkly Rimes and Elizabeth, thank you both for your lovely comments, they are much appreciated. :-) x

Ella said...

Great read; I am running with you :D
I love the imagery and the soulful feel of your journey~

Susannah said...

Thanks Ella. :-) x

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