Drumming

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Sep 23, 2023 

Drumming.
Night time
beating.
Hard
pounding.
Hearts
racing.
Fires
blazing.
Hot.
Embers
rising.
Stars
mixed.
Rhythmic
dance
pulsating.
Manic.
Echoing.
Cliff
sounds.
Fire’s
reflection.
Baying
skyward.
Howling.
Wind
sound.
Rituals
ancient.
Moon glance.
Spirits
in the
glade.
Holding
back
night scares.
Huddled,
sunrise.
Made
another
day.
Rituals
till this
day.
Demons
holding
at bay.
Chains
linked,
then
til now.
Gazing
cloud-ward.
Night
frights
still.
Progress
nil.
Demons
just the
same.

 

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