As one beneath the spill of moonlight,
their essence braced against the cold,
as slithered, silver seepings
illume the twilight’s mould;
and hue the pale
of winter’s drift,
a deeper
shade of
old.
No
words are
spoken in
the moment, no
trace of sound is made;
Instead, his muse slow creeps,
by whisper of fingertips,
each hushed stroke a faithless promise,
a temperate touch to coax her sin.
L R Humphries is 27 and lives in Birmingham, UK. He is married to Laura and has a full time job as a project co-ordinator. It is his ambition to write a poem that he considers half as good as “Do Not go Gentle into that Good Night.” He has publishing credits with Twisted Tongue, Four Volts, Tales from the Moonlight Path, Gloom Cupboard, Joyful and Bare Back magazine amongst others.
Posted on December 16, 2008 in Poems
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7 Responses to “THE WHISPER OF FINGERTIP • by L R Humphries”
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December 16th, 2008 at 3:46 am
Oh, beautiful! Love it. Especially the first “verse” sounds delicious. Well done.
December 16th, 2008 at 12:01 pm
a deeper
shade of
old.
Mmmm, Lovely
!
December 16th, 2008 at 1:30 pm
First half, if not three-quarters really flows. “as slithered, silver seepings
illume the twilight’s mould;
and hue the pale
of winter’s drift,
a deeper
shade of
old.”
Wonderful sounds and rhythm!
Barbara
December 16th, 2008 at 11:55 pm
This is superb! Thanks.
December 17th, 2008 at 7:22 am
Folks
Many thanks for ytour comments, and thanks for Oonah who ensured that the piece was centred, I think it works well visually.
Once agai, am glad that you enjoyed the piece….
December 17th, 2008 at 8:43 am
I loved the format and the rhythm of this poem.
December 20th, 2008 at 12:31 pm
Thanks Erin – the format is hit and miss with some people but am glad that you enjoyed it. I think it aides the rhythm enormously.