Midnight Eyes
During a trek through a frigid woodland,
something flashed before my eyes, white,
ripping me from silent solitude,
an owl starkly contrasted against the earthen tones,
I watched, devoted and inquisitive of this enigma
as its claws touched down just before me,
midnight eyes fixated on my own, motionless,
my feet fastened to the soil beneath,
I struggle to pull myself free, to reach beyond the barrier,
while the creature continued to stare, in such silence
that I was sure I must have been deafened,
my fingers outstretched, straining,
longing for just one connection, however brief,
and with the distance scant between,
its wings spread in blinding light, vanished,
restoring my solitude
Quietus
Today, as the clock strikes twelve,
I am thrust through starlight and nebulas
back to an era long since past,
where freedom rang from the sky above
and your voice was the very foundation beneath my feet,
your long, slim fingers grasped my hands,
lifting me from perdition into light,
again I am swept away into memory,
as once again you lifted me up,
instead in this moment it was to cheers
and tears fell down your cheeks in pride,
violently I am ripped from peace, I remember,
the consistent clicking of machines and staff scurrying by,
anxious, waiting, pacing,
then relief so brief filled my heart as yours continued on,
but in finality, I stumble into the darkness,
your heartbeat beating on so slowly
that I felt mine would stop if a moment of silence passed,
and suddenly I am choking, I am pleading for air and life
while reaching for those long, slim fingers that once lifted me up,
I crash, and I am fallen.
Brittany
Zedalis is a writer residing in North Carolina. She has been writing
poetry for many years and it is a part of her down to her bones.
Previously, her poems have appeared in The Camel Saloon, Haiku Journal, Mad Swirl, Leaves of Ink, Verse Land, and in one E-Zine interview.
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