- Black Crayon Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

black crayon


The winter's spirit and advancing maid

above the landscape fled before nightfall

the light extended to regale ahead

a glass of red and her betrothal call.


The molecules of mist descended on

the surface of the pond where shadows welled

the lady's features, made of black crayon

and glancing sacrosanct, my eyes beheld.


The shadows of the field surrounded me

her bridal veiling o'er my ghostly mast,

a standing, versus the horizons, tree,

diffused its branches fore the gray contrast.


2015-07-28, © Georgios A.V. All rights reserved

(Iambic pentameter)