The Herald’s Song

THE HERALD’S SONG

by

Monty Wheeler (Babbles)

Editor’s Note: Monty Wheeler is new to our blog. I appreciate his vivid images and adherence to his religious values and to traditional verse forms. I am quite taken with his skill and sincerity and look forward to reviewing his recently published collection. Jamie Dedes

She turned her trumpet to the moon;
T’was not to entertain.
The trumpet’s voice rang loud and clear
Across the night-swept plain.

Each note drew out till nigh breath’s end—
A woman’s wounded cry.
The herald’s trumpet sang the song
Of Death into black sky.

The runes were cast upon the ground
Long centuries before;
The weights of possibilities
Were scaled and one weighed more.

Yet, nobody heard the herald’s cry,
Her news of man’s demise.
On they slept oblivious to
A sun that would not rise.

A darkness hung about the earth–
Cold wasteland man slept in.
No more came dawn; great man was done—
Unheeded warning’s sin.

© 2012, poem, portrait, and cover art, Monty Wheeler, All rights reserved
Photo (angel) credit ~ Phillipp Spinnler under CC Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 unported license via Wikipeida

MONTY WHEELER is the author of The Many Shades of Dark, his debut collection on the shelves this month via Winter Goose Publishing. Monty considers himself naught but a little old feller living out his days in the foothills of the Ozark Mountains.  With his work in meter and rhyme, he strives to keep the art of formal verse alive.  His days, when not at the job that pays the bills, are spent in writing, fishing, hunting, and his newly-acquired want of gardening.   You can find him on Twitter as bumfuzzled2004 and on Facebook as Monty Wheeler.