The Sleeper's Reaper

by Yavar Khan Qadri

Wavy glass on window panes,
Of full moon nights and weather vanes,
And evergreens that block the view,
of shadows cast where moonshine reigns
We tend to magnify the things we see;
the perception changes naturally
A sudden tapping on the roof‎;
we get spooked and search for proof,
A hooded figure, our eyes behold‎,
‎the night is still and the air is cold
And all the sounds that fill the night
our hearts beat wildly out of fright,
With crumpled leaves that mark the path
of a hungry predator's impending wrath
And  crickets muted in the way
"The reaper's  coming ", I then say,
Faces pale and expressions grim;
my fear has risen to its brim,
I suddenly hear that piercing scream
and promptly awaken from my dream


Bio

I am of Kashmiri origin and I am inspired by the Romantic Period and I typically write lyric poetry in free verse. I am a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the subject of my poem ranges from social (political to romantic, and the morbid. I believe in the healing power of imagination and I write in solidarity with the marginalized and oppressed thoughts and emotions of individuals and groups in society. I am an anarcho-syndicalist.

I have written poems for the Labour Movement (As printed on this year's May Day flyers, through the Toronto Airport Workers Council.) And I have been a guest speaker for a socialist group. Above all, I love writing about the morbidity in our thoughts and don't hesitate to bring it out on paper. Here's my blog: Acids of Thought.