CHERRY LIGHTSharon Prater-Pope (Aug 17, 2012)
Dark dreams infiltrated
the indigo sky,
Filled with a blood moon
and a swirling milky way.
Van Gogh couldn’t have painted it better,
to capture the essence
Of a blue-black starry night,
filled with a deep fear.
The Bohemian lifestyle she loved
in the cellar under the house,
Full of smelly mold, mice, and canned food,
a hidden pit full of purple shadows and coolness.
Dappled with lightness and sunshine,
jeans holey with mildew spots,
Blinded, she found sight within
while angels danced in cherry light.