The dverse challenge tonight is to write a ghazal, one of the most horribly difficult poetry forms I know of. This is a ghazal I wrote a while back. It takes me ages to write one so I’m using an old poem for tonight. If I get another one done this side of the summer I’ll post it too.
The path leads into night, when shadows fall,
I take your hand, hold tight, when shadows fall.
The owl swoops through the dark, I hear her call,
Pale wings beat through moonlight, when shadows fall.
A small death in the silence, bitter gall,
Too rapid to take fright, when shadows fall.
So many dangers in the dark befall,
For only stars shed light, when shadows fall.
Cypress boughs stretch, beams of a forest hall,
Filter a gleam, so slight, when shadows fall.
The beauty of the night will never pall,
Though death delights, whenever shadows fall.
Your eyes reflect the stars; I see them all,
On wings, fly there we might, when shadows fall.