Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Cherokee Moonlight

The moon shines on the Cherokee homeland
Across the ancient rolling hills
Down deep valleys and misty hollows
On rippling streams and flowing rivers
Deep black shadows hiding secrets
Superstitions are born and grow
Sounds in darkness creeping closer
Trees reach out with skeletal hands
Padded feet on shaded pathways
Stalking, creeping, ready to pounce
Sleek fur shining, reflecting moonlight
Primal power ever ready to spring
Gray fur trembling, hiding, waiting
Hoping the killer passes by
A sudden sound and lightning fast
Violent and deadly the night hunter strikes
Whispering wings gliding through  darkness
A lonely hoot in a great old oak
That rings through the forrest, eerie, filling
the still black night with deep hollow echoes.
No answer comes but the owl hoots again
The moon shadows move imperceptibly slow
Night crawls on in the timeless vale
A million nights have passed before
The moon shines down, a breeze picks up
The trees sway in rhythm to an unheard tune
Whispered through the gray bare limbs. 
A song as old as the mountain nights
It whispers words of darkness and beauty
And tells of life and the cycle of death
How some must die that some may live
And soulless nature marches on
Legends and memories haunt these hills
They find new life on moonlit nights
When nameless beasts hide in the shadows
And move about at the edge of vision.
Half seen and half imagined
Half remembered from buried memories
They stalk through dreams and sleepless nights
Always there waiting, watching, real or not
The moon shines on the Cherokee homeland
Across the ancient rolling hills
Down deep valleys and misty hollows
On rippling streams and flowing rivers
Deep black shadows hiding secrets
Superstitions are born and grow
Sounds in darkness creeping closer
Trees reach out with skeletal hands

(c) James Lee Frady 12/26/2015