The Brick Bridge.

A country lane, silence hangs softly

In the air.

A night wind blows, and with it's ghost like,

Unseen touch, runs gentle fingers

Through your hair.

In the darkness a shadow briefly, catches your eye,

And as you turn, within the shadows...

More shadows fly.

A lamp beneath the low arched bridge

Sends a misty, golden glow.

And across the halo of it's light

You see a darker ebb and flow.

You stand and watch the graceful flight

As the bats emerge, and fly the night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This bridge was close to my garden, and every night the bats would appear, seemingly out of nowhere. I loved watching them.

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48daniel's picture

Are you kidding me?!?! This

Are you kidding me?!?! This is incredible!!! Why is everybody so casual about it. Woooow this is so great! A stroke of literary genuis. Well done! Very well done

sweetwater's picture

I love your enthusiasm, it

I love your enthusiasm, it really makes me feel I have achieved something worthwhile, thank you so much  :-) X

bishu's picture

Very very nice Respected Madam

Very very nice Respected Madam


©bishu 

 

sweetwater's picture

Thank you,very kind :-) X

Thank you,very kind :-) X

Wordman's picture

Wonderful imagery and well

Wonderful imagery and well phrased. This was a pleasure to read.

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Thank you, Glad you enjoyed

Thank you, Glad you enjoyed reading it. :-) X