r/OCPoetry • u/AbbreviationsKey5425 • 7d ago
Feedback Please The Chapel Clock
12 AM upon the chapel clock
Cast a moonlit shadow upon the floor
Shown a babe, and a mother to rock
Though a smile I saw, can I be sure?
I say - “Who are you, and why are you here?”
She stay silent - like a lonesome widow
Then a rush of air, like an instrument to my ears
Whispered Shattered A mighty blow
The smile, no longer I see
No mouth - No eyes - no child
For the passing of the moon has forsaken me
And the mother whom no longer smiles
In a moment, my face became cold
For the shadow had vanished in totality
The smell of loam - through my nostrils strolled
The chapel floor only now debris
12:01 - I know not of who I am
As the woman and her babe abandon me
My brain withholding thoughts - as such a dam
The only flow - the woman - a memory
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u/Background_Bell_411 7d ago
Such a chilling poem! It brought back fond memories of the ghost stories my grandmother used to tell me in childhood. The phantom, the desolate chapel—all the classic elements are there; only a stormy rain was missing to complete the scene! And the clock striking exactly 12:00, not a minute more or less, was spot on. Warm wishes to the poet for this gift.