Poems by Lily Swarn
Music of Night
Night has its own music
That of silence
A punch of quietude
A vacuum like hollowness
Carved out from cacophonous day
Sculpted with statuesque midnight
Coal black and palpable
Flirtatious moon
Wooing the silver stars
Suspended in eternal shine
A thick velvet pall of serenity
A bit like Donne’s death
Proud night
Haughty in its attitude
With only a hooting owl
And a squeaking mouse
A bewitched banshee
Hanging upside down
From the ancient banyan tree
And your heart thudding next to mine
Rapid fire and staccato.
Copyright Lily Swarn 23.1.2018
Silence
Silence can be deafening
Blaring and loud
It hits the eardrums with a ruthless vengeance
Silence is ferocious
A devil incarnate
A spell from Hecate’s crossroads
Silence can kill by mutilation
Gradually pouring venom in tiny doses of non communication
Silence is indifferent
Never hating or loving
Merely disinterested
Silence plunders and loots
With battle axes of iron
Hammers hitting temples soundlessly
Rupturing veins and clogging arteries
Silence is grapes squeezed into wine
Crushed beyond redemption
Bitten like nails
Silence can be blissful
Serene and cloudless
As a summer sky in the hills
Silence reverberates …
Copyright Lily Swarn 23.1.2018
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