Long winter's night

Vampires are out. The night is ice.
This long winter's night
Hasn't rested me quite.
I must write
But about what I can't think.
Just that I've used up the horse
I've hoped will carry me
Like the Lady out of my reach.
A beach not far away,
Waves crashing,
Moon blackened and cinders hide my view.
It doesn't come easily
Escaping the hope someone might
Rescue you.
Outside trees make a sort of white
Noise.
They're a suburban menace
Disturbing me from my trance.
It's not enough to understand you're a man.
It's how far back in words
You wish to go.
Why not say I'm an animal?
It's not enough if you're a woman.
The world demands more than
There's likely to give.
But the vampires outside
Stir in the dead of night.
So I reside
To giving life my best.
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Pretty damn magnificent poetry, I can always get the perfect emotions from each line, I would like to throw this at you dear Rory......
when there is no light around us we must begin to think and believe maybe we are the light that is around the dark.
Superb, I cannot choose a favourite line or stanza but the first one is definitely up there. 🌹 Ps wonderful title
Would you believe, the title came first with this one, it doesn't always? Then, scrunch goes the first try. What I got was all on the second go, though. Cheers
Wow, that's amazing and often something that happens to me, inspiration at its finest. 🌹
I'll admit I wait for inspiration to strike,
We are having snow on the mountains in the heart of winter. A Nice Write.
I like where these thoughts take me
this 'knowing' of the loneliness and fear.
it is a blessing when it inspires such words
as these x
Glad you like. Well said, a blessing. Draw on what we know, isn't that what they say about writing? I seem to have taken to heart. Plus, for me, the work's got to take after life, have in the background always that element of horror.
...so I reside to giving life my best. Great finishing to a
very good poem. B
Cheers, hey