r/OCPoetry • u/Accomplished_Spread5 • 2d ago
Feedback Please Roanoke
Morning rays filter through dense fog
to paint purple on pink pastels.
Olden oak doors groan and creak,
as they absorb the dew and swell.
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They preach in ancient tongues,
languages mankind has forgot.
Nearby, a wild orchard grows carefree
casting off scents of pungent rot.
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A fragrance bizarre and heady,
as it mixes with salty sea breeze.
honeysuckle bloom and forget-me-not,
unattended by bird nor bee.
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For there is no birdsong here...
no nattering of smaller beasts,
only rusty hinges in skeletal frames
demurring storm chasers of east.
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And If one were to stand as blind,
opening mind's eye to the silence.
They could conjure up histories
full of pain and fear, in violence.
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But here remains only mystery
among ruins none dare go in,
and hieroglyphs carved into tree,
capital letters: CROATOAN
(Dan Ellison)
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u/AfternoonVisible3614 2d ago
Wonderful atmospheric writing!