Cold night
golden moon above,
clock chimes.
Round wooden bandstand
brown park bench,
lean back.
A turning felt Fedora
Inky paper pages,
eyes peer over.
Two arms swing back
tall shadow rises,
small feet flee.
Grab handful hair, twist
blue ornery pulses,
constriction wrists.
Long fingers grip a knife
red impressions on heart,
danger passing.
golden moon above,
clock chimes.
Round wooden bandstand
brown park bench,
lean back.
A turning felt Fedora
Inky paper pages,
eyes peer over.
Two arms swing back
tall shadow rises,
small feet flee.
Grab handful hair, twist
blue ornery pulses,
constriction wrists.
Long fingers grip a knife
red impressions on heart,
danger passing.
11 comments:
This scared me a little. I kinda felt there.
dang...i really hope this didnt happen for real...felt like i was getting mugged...which is scary....and will def leave an impression....
IzzyBella....?
What an uplifting Holiday Post!!!
But ya know, I love an intense 55.
You Rock the whole Eastern Seabord
Thanks for a year of wonderfully creative writing, and unwavering support.
Have a Kick Ass New Year...G
Very scary and chilling!
That last stanza was a surprise twist ~ Happy Friday and Joyful New Year ~
danger passing? ... sounds like it did quite a bit of damage. Perhaps that grip on the knife was a rescuer? Hmm... leaves me thinking.
I think he missed!
There just HAD to be some blood in this--right? So the perpetrator perpetrated himself! Neat "finish"...
drive safe....we raced home last night to beat the storm here...my poem was from the trip down which was nasty...took 3 hours to go 70 miles...and would not want to cross that mountain again in what we are getting right now...
you should share them...or at least tell me where i can get them...i would love to read them...
happy new year...
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