"Did Veneta have a dark side?" you ask. Well, apparently she did. As her niece, I never knew about it, but some of her poems are brooding, and this one is so upsetting, it made me cry. I have included "Within the Night" in this series because it is so very powerful.
by Veneta Donaldson
A crash splinters the dark of night,
Disturbing as remembered fright
That fringes one's distorted dream;
As piercing as malignant gleam
Of saber drawn in bloody fray,
Forever curtaining the day.
A crash splinters the dark of night —
God help the boy who longs for sight.
The next poem in this series can be found here: The Darkened Hours.
This is part of a series of poems by Veneta Donaldson. A brief bio and the beginning of the series can be found here: Veneta Donaldson: A Poet in the Family.