Edge of Gloam
by John Stokes
They tell of a water, unbroken by time
Still, dark swirling through the night
Beyond the last bridge above Roline
Near Tupelo blooms hidden from sight.
Brightly glows the dawning of the gloam.
When moon gleams full above the cypress,
The red eyes of Leviathan rise and pierce.
In limestone caves the ferns swaying caress,
As downward the spin of saurian fierce.
Brightly glows the dawning of the gloam.
From tannic waters rise sandbars steep,
The roil of deep rippling far below.
In the distant den coyote pups sleep,
Awaiting Luna's command to rise and go.
Brightly glows the dawning of the gloam.
On blood tinged bank the arrow rests,
Vultures soar above a still stench.
Gut shots slow death of final rest,
Fawn's thirst for Suwannee never quenched.
Brightly glows the dawning of the gloam.
On to shoals below flows the dark parade,
Secrets untold, mysteries hid from ages.
Mists eternal rise deep within the glade,
Calm the surface, under tow of rage.
Brightly glows the dawning of the gloam.
Barred owls call, echoing, This is home.
To the unbroken waters, we yearn to roam.
Brightly glows the dawning of the gloam.
Awesome John!
ReplyDeleteThanks Wally. Welcome to the journey. Trust all is well.
ReplyDeleteGloam is actually an old term used by old timers. It is morngloam, or the hour before sunrise.
ReplyDeleteI got it from the book, Suwannee River, Strange Green Land. This is an excellent book written in the thirties. A good read.