Spindle Sleep Drifting crimson whispers Twitch quietly among the high limestone towers. Flitting betwixt the proud sentinels, They burn separate paths through the castle. Lingering in the bailey, Caressing the portcullis, Reflecting the rancid moat They dance. Yet, no one stirs. Sleeping the spindle sleep, The keep is quiet, haunted with memories, Drenched in isolation. As the rays fade into the shadows, Night blankets the castle and dismisses the abandoned sunset with a gentle pat. Dena L. Moore April 26, 2001 Spindle Sleep appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Spindle Sleep Drifting crimson whispers Twitch quietly among the high limestone towers. Flitting betwixt the proud sentinels, They burn separate paths through the castle. Lingering in the bailey, Caressing the portcullis, Reflecting the rancid moat They dance. Yet, no one stirs. Sleeping the spindle sleep, The keep is quiet, haunted with memories, Drenched in isolation. As the rays fade into the shadows, Night blankets the castle and dismisses the abandoned sunset with a gentle pat. Dena L. Moore April 26, 2001 Spindle Sleep appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 6, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
