Twitch

A poem for the season.

In the hours when spirits melt,

When phantom’s questing charge the night,

Spectrum enters twilight dreams

Of banshees wailing in the stark moonlight.

Something’s oozing from the walls

And blood is flowing down the stairs.

A severed head floats on by

Laughing and talking, as if it has no cares.

Beclouded fingers warp the conscious

Brings shrills and cackling from Umbra and Witch.

Nasty things are trying to enter

To slash us, hang us, and watch us twitch!

JEF --- 2017

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

I think the thing oozing from the walls is your imagination. I like how you step into a view of whatever your subject is and tell a complete story. Weather it's love or the macabre, you build tension then release it. Can't help but think about how awful that must have been to watch people hang back when it was way too common. And even more horrifying that it was an event for all to see, which they did. Have mercy!

[JE Falcon]

I wonder, did the experience ever deter anyone from following the same path? --- Thanks for the great comments.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

trick or treat...............................

[JE Falcon]

The night of the awakening and the day of the dead are ever closer. Time for strange things to come out to play :)