Witching Hour

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



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Nice little poem. Short and to the point, but sometimes one has to be. I really like it!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Skye

1 Year 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 1 Year Ago


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-- eerie... but also cute... -- love the way your words flow... :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


Skye

1 Year Ago

Thank you! :)
.

1 Year Ago

-- you're welcome... :)
shudder?

Reminded of Halloween displays and attraction moments

Posted 1 Year Ago


Skye

1 Year Ago

Yes, shudder. Thank you for pointing it out! And thank you for your review :)
Chris

1 Year Ago

Was a fun read...

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Added on December 8, 2015
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Tags: midnight, darkness, monster

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Skye
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. I love meeting .. more..

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