Tonight at dverse Lillian wants us to take the top song of the year we were born and weave its title into a poem. Mine is Riders in the Sky by Vaughn Monroe ~ the big hit of <cough> 1949
Black specks of gulls
smudge a bloodied sky
as they head away
to roost for the night.
These riders of
the air spend daylight
blade whirling over town,
filling it with their
banshee cries. But
before a fierce setting
sun they become mute,
slip away down river
to some hidden place
and are pinned there
by the silence of stars.
Surrendering those
darkest of hours to
noiseless hunters that
cleave apart shadows
with sonar
and eyes
filled with light.
welshstream 