My engine stalls as twilit skies
devour the night to tantalize
my thoughts. I rush
for help. The narrow roadway seems
deserted, distant creatures scream
‘til there’s a hush.
Full moon diffuses eerie light
where shadows dance and bats take flight.
I feel a thrill
to spy a cottage through the trees,
its windows rattle while the breeze
is turning chill.
She beckons with a horny finger
saying, enter … do not linger
out in damp
night air. I scan the room and shiver
… what a sight! Her cackle quivers
while the lamp
light flickers, silhouetting vessels
on the shelves. I try to wrestle
with the crone,
who stirs her pot of spooky things,
that fire my wild imaginings
with flesh and bone.
Outside the wind begins to squall
as time ticks loudly on the wall.
I struggle free
and make a dash towards the door,
her footsteps echo on the floor
not far from me.
I reach the window near the lane
as light glints through the window pane
-- a rooster calls.
I trip … into the fire, flames surge;
amidst the smoke, I watch her merge
into the wall.
------- Author's Notes -------
This is a revision of a poem I wrote some years ago
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meri (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, October 31 2011, 08:11 pm|
Awesome visual. This is different - I mean, the flow makes it different and clever. Me like.
|Capricorn (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, November 3 2011, 07:41 pm|
Thanks for your comment - I'm so pleased you like this one!
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