Ian Sawicki

Proud Shadows

Ian Sawicki has been writing poetry for over twenty years. He is a Manchester born poet, who has dedicated his life to exploration and composition of poetry. His work reflects the many great influential experiences of his life, the pain, the pleasure combined to create new exciting poetry. If anyon…






Cemetery sighs hover under night -
amidst the pale stars which shatter Heaven,
cold distant ghosts ride the delicious light;
an eclipse above tart wails that deafen.
I remain silent and still as the wind
blows creation's cremation in my mind -
a lonely spectre which slides desire
across religious chants in visions' fire,
consecrated imagery steals this breath
while I bathe within the glory of death.

Hallowed ground hacks at white fear's skeletons -
here in this grave opportunity's call
I set free my voice to join dark legions
and wait for the battered Angels to fall.
Nature mourns choice; decided on a whim
while shrouds of anxiety flap hard sin;
vicious wings of freedom now chained to trust,
to continue on this journey, I must
gather the spirit's dreaded proud shadows -
roam the soil of my life lying fallow.

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