In My Ebony Shrouds Of Solitude

Annieb
Nov 2, 2024

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…I am silent and invisible

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In my ebony shrouds of solitude
I am silent and invisible
to the things I left behind
reflectionless and empty
nocturnal and out of sight
I remain unseen
as a raven in the night
I quietly observe
from a distance

Darkness holds me close
solitude is a pendulum
wildly swinging
up and down
and up again
time slips away
night becomes day
where my solitude
changes colour

Drenched in white
I flinch from the light
it plunders my shadows
with its quicksilver
its treachery
renders me bare
and my soul retreats
searching
for the whispers
of silence

A gentle breeze
caresses my skin
I feel my shrouds
pulling me within
waves of solitude
swallow me whole
the pendulum
is still swinging
up and down
and up again
now the bell tolls
© Ann Bagnall

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Annieb
Annieb

Written by Annieb

My poetry website is https://annieb222.com - Thank you for your kind words, I have family matters overwhelming me for a while