The Shroud of Night

A Poem by Kelli Wyatt

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Your heart is white against a cold sun.
The red blood drained,
Scared of getting warmed.
Something so fragile and delicate...
It cannot thrive here.
And it survives only off a shivering pulse.
No blanket can warm
This clay figurine.
Only the shroud of darkness,
The cover of night,
With it's unrecalled warmth,
Will bring about
The living dead.

© 2009 Kelli Wyatt

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Kelli Wyatt

WA, Japan

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I started writing free-form poetry in high school. Most of my poems have darker themes - those are the personal ones. If they have a lighter theme, chances are it was a contest prompt of some sort. .. more..