Mag 82
The Revenant, 1949, Andrew Wyeth
Photograph courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales
Breathing is difficult
Short sharp rattling
Vision is blurred
White closing in
Life running out
Time to journey
You are here
Again to help
Nothing to fear
Hands reach out
Body slips away
Immortal soul flies
Barbara M Lake ©
September 2011
Trinidad, WI
You made 'the white light' we have heard of seem very real ... love this!
ReplyDeleteYes, it might be like that...lovely. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI especially like "white closing in"...wonderful write, Bee...
ReplyDeleteIt is what's coming that can be worrying! Great verse, Bee!
ReplyDeleteHank
There seems to be something about that 'white light' doesn't there and yes Hank, it is what's coming after...........depending on how one has lived one's life!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks everyone. I only wish I had let my Muse in earlier during the week!!!
Nice poem for this Magpie.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jacqui
ReplyDeleteVery dark painting (despite the swathes of pale colour) calls for a dark poem. Well done, Bee!
ReplyDeleteThank you Nicholas - it is a bit dark isn't it???
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