Pockmarked Sky

Sitting here with my pen

Gazing in your eyes

Silhouetted in the holes

Of a deep blue pockmarked sky

Sitting here on a ledge

Learning how to fly

To the little windows in my head

That hold the pockmarked sky

Sitting here in the dark

So that’s what it’s like die

Wondering if I’ll ever reach

My fabled pockmarked sky

Sitting here on a cloud

Fondling my small knife

Sitting here by myself

Within a pockmarked sky

©Aarron Mondello

Heavens War

By Aarron Mondello


In the heavens gods are fighting
Burning red skies, fire lighting
The battle grounds of warriors divine
Admit me to those halls of thine

I’ll cometh to thee on the back
Of a winged stallion midnight black
Grant to me thy holy word
Give to me thy holy sword

Together we will darkness brave
Keep full of light thy holy nave
For crumbling are the halls of man
Weakening is thy shepherds hand

In the heavens lightning flashing
Angels, demons, blades are crashing
Grant me this boon oh great divine
Allow me to battle by your side

©Aarron Mondello

The image I have used was taken from my back yard about 30 minutes before this post. It inspired this poem and I hope you enjoy it. It’s a bit different from what I’d usually write