Fightin’ Joe

Soft mud prints rustle
Through moon-lit trees that
Tower up through
The dark, dank – cavernous –
Crystal woods. While

Pacing in a room,
In the front left of an
Old, moldering mansion
A man stops, and turns…

As a cannonball,
All silent,
Through the air.

11 thoughts on “Fightin’ Joe

  1. scotthastiepoet July 26, 2015 / 5:33 pm

    Nice ambition in your imagery here Matthew – I shall be back for more…


  2. Vinay Leo R. July 26, 2015 / 6:06 pm

    Needed the tags to get an idea of what the poem is about! 🙂 But I quite liked the opening verse!


  3. divalounger July 26, 2015 / 6:44 pm

    This just feels haunting to me–very well done–


  4. Sanaa Rizvi July 26, 2015 / 6:45 pm

    Oh such an intense and unexpected twist at the end. Brilliant!


  5. Donna@Living From Happiness July 26, 2015 / 7:19 pm

    I have not read much poetry that mixes in history which I also love so this was a pleasure…loved the end as it is just the beginning of a bigger story!


  6. totomai July 26, 2015 / 11:16 pm

    battles – physical / emotional – are always there. be ready and try your best effort to fight it


  7. Sherry Blue Sky July 27, 2015 / 1:11 am

    This reads like a script for a film… are really good at creating a mood.


  8. Kerry O'Connor July 27, 2015 / 4:30 pm

    This is a great capture – filled with the spirit of place.


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