Murder Creek

by Bonnie Fowler   Mar 21, 2005


The fog crawls out of Murder Creek.
Across the evening, a pale shroud sweeps,
Up the muddy banks, pass the rails on Leed,
A hoary delta in the empty streets.

The Spanish moss in the Cypress trees,
And the glossy pages of magnolia leaves,
Haunting reminders of lost chivalry,
Concealed in the haze of a shattered scheme.

Like phantoms of a clandestine creed
Hidden beneath their ghostly sheets,
It covers the faces of corruption and greed
In the murky phrases of a legacy.

And the shadows of night humbly concede
Behind shallow smiles of civility.
Up condescending paths, they quietly recede
To steal away where the darkness breed.

Unspoken truths, hushed mysteries
In the dirty waters of Murder steeped,
And the bearers listed now deceased,
Rotting remnants of glory gleamed.

But, in morning light the fog will flee
Like fading dreams of a troubled sleep.
The clouded memory of deeds unseen,
The fog returns to Murder Creek.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Ashley Redden

    5/5 no less this is great..keep up the good work!!!!

  • 19 years ago

    by Trisha

    Hey- this is a really good poem. you have good taste in music, by the way. :) but yes- 5/5 for your poem. Take a peek at a few of mine? rate and or comment?

    ~*Trish*~

  • 19 years ago

    by krystal

    omg that was a really good poem thx 4 the copmment in myn by the way well ttyl byes

  • 19 years ago

    by Andrea

    wow! i love it! great writing!

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