In Irish legend, a banshee wails nearby if someone is about to die. The banshee can appear in a variety of guises. Most often she appears as an ugly, frightening hag.There are particular families who are believed to have banshees attached to them, and whose cries herald the death of a member of that family.
Moonlight over the banshee. (sonnet)
The moon was whole, in a black soot sky,
Her beauty cast across slumbering terrain,
Eerie shadows entwined in old lofty grain,
She watched from above with her watery eye,
Through the chilled calm breeze, I could hear her sigh,
The air grew thick and her light dimmed with her pain,
As she shed her tears, I was awash with her rain,
Standing cold I bared whiteness to her cry.
From the darkest black, a deafening scream,
A turn in the atmosphere, so sour and obscene,
The ugliest creature, rose up from the dark,
An old wizened women, her face pale and stark,
I froze to the spot, as I watched the Banshee,
Praying to God, that she had not come for me.
'The air grew thick and her light dimmed with her pain, As she shed her tears, I was awash with her rain' - powerful lines.Thanks for sharing your poetry.
Wonderful sonnet.Especially love the ugliest creature's rising up from the dark n the pale and stark face of that old wizened woman ;-)
Very nice Steve. I enjoyed your attention to detail here to set the scene. "A turn in the atmoshpere, so sour and obscene," love this line!
This is an awesome poem. (I love Drama - and this poem has it in Spades !) Very flowing and vivid with details ' eerily-picturesque. Your expertise in storytelling floats in this one ... MoonBee