My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

June 15, 2011 “grave circumstances”



“grave circumstances”


going down to rise no more

time is at hand

scratching at the back door

just as well not at the front

not guest nor visitor

but a thief

the chariot swinging low

on the horizon of a setting sun

my course nearly finished

and my race run

sinking slow

the chariot low

and fiery red

green grass will be my cover

cold black earth my bed

weeping silence

trickles through ancient stones

slowly chilling mortal bones

sounds of tramping hooves

the fading rumble of chariot wheels

the acrid breath of a pale horse

with Hell snapping at its heels

I have no angel

and the horseman is on the hunt

©tlh 6/15/11

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3 responses

  1. Bravo! An excellent read. The language was so evocative I felt downright shivery by the end. Lovely!

    Hope you’re well, my friend … D.

    June 15, 2011 at 6:41 am

  2. Wonderful inclusion of gospel song lines into the poem…very nicely done.

    June 15, 2011 at 7:35 am

  3. lifeinarecipe

    Dark and chilling….makes me want to run from that horseman for sure!

    June 15, 2011 at 8:59 am

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