CHERRY LIGHT-a poem

CHERRY LIGHT

Sharon 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.