Witching Hour
A Poem by
Skye
Through the house,
both up and down,
you hear the floor
boards creak and
midnight voices
mutter.
You can't see
them with your
eyes, as if you'd
even bother, but
they'll see you
and they'll walk
close, lean in,
cheek to cheek,
and
you'll shudder.
© 2015 Skye
Reviews
Nice little poem. Short and to the point, but sometimes one has to be. I really like it!
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thank you :)
i happen to believe this concept/reality and yes, imaginatively, just the thought makes me shudder even more as i consider previous experiences looking out my twilight window . .. makes me shudder now
Posted 10 Years Ago
i happen to believe this concept/reality and yes, imaginatively, just the thought makes me shudder even more as i consider previous experiences looking out my twilight window . .. makes me shudder now
-- eerie... but also cute... -- love the way your words flow... :)
Posted 10 Years Ago
-- eerie... but also cute... -- love the way your words flow... :)
10 Years Ago
Thank you! :)
10 Years Ago
-- you're welcome... :)
shudder?
Reminded of Halloween displays and attraction moments
Posted 10 Years Ago
shudder?
Reminded of Halloween displays and attraction moments
10 Years Ago
Yes, shudder. Thank you for pointing it out! And thank you for your review :)
10 Years Ago
Was a fun read...
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Added on December 8, 2015
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Author
Skye Virginia Beach, VA
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Sometimes, I forget my passion underneath the demands of life and want of perfection. Then there are those nights where everything is clear, and I can't help but write what I feel.
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