XIIth Moon

a scary little tale...

wooden steps polished to a gleam

age smoothing the patina

to a rich slippery sheen

 

 

by wear and tear

 

 

the stairway features in my dreams

unsettling innuendoes all is not

what it seems...

 

 

and i know why

 

 

at night i listen to boards creak and groan

(lying in my bed alone)

... as if someone were walking on the floor

 

 

(she keeps them bare)

 

 

an illumination beneath the crack of my door ...

i hold my breath dreading what's in store

instinct warns me to beware

 

 

(and I know why)

 

 

on moonlit nights i often hear more ...

soft footsteps slapping the patina-ed floor

i tremble in bed shaken to the core

 

 

(he's there)

 

 

oh but twice have i seen his face

fevered, yet deathly pale and white

yes, that too was on a moonlit night

... the very dark absorbed his hair

 

 

(and I know why)

 

 

even then his cupid-bow lips 

were red

while the blood pooled and cooled

beneath his head

 

 

at the bottom of the stair

Reviews

[Katherine S.]

This is very spooky and eerie. This piece flowed together very nicely, and has tension in the poem that captures the reader's attention. I as well like the picture you chose for this poem, I always love when a writer chooses a good picture to go with their writing. Good write. :)

[felioness]

Thaanks again for the read and comment...I really appreciate it!

[Katherine S.]

You're welcome.

[Rob Santana]

What an awesome piece. creepy and dark.

[felioness]

THANK YOU!

[Tina Kline]

Wow, this one is really spooky Great jog on this.

[felioness]

Thank you so much for reading my spooky poems!!!