Mystery Sounds in an Old New England Boarding School

Mystery Sounds in an Old New England Boarding School

A Poem by Marie Anzalone
"

awakened at 3:00 am to strange noises

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Mystery Sounds in an Old New England Boarding School

This past week, well past midnight hour, I have awakened from a fog
     to the sound of
           fingers
   insistently tapping against the centurian panes of
       my second story window.

Inspection by day proves- there is no tree
      nor are there loose wires
      or other things
that could be hitting it
     like that. The roof slopes ununcumbered to the ground.

I cannot help but wonder who or what it could possibly be.
   Your mind can play tricks at
3:00 AM.
      I imagine it is
something alive perhaps an errant coon, an insomniac woodpecker.

Or some lost spirit, maybe a former resident, even, taking a look at what
    this latest tenant has
done with the place.
         Not much really so sorry to
     disappoint you,  Headmaster. No offense intended. Money’s tight.

Then I think… could it be someone, attempting to reach me?
     Is it a higher power, trying to
           get my attention about the latest stupid
thing I may be about
   to do?

Does somebody out there have an urgent message to be related
        that I might only believe
at this hour?
    Or is it actually someone…
someone asking… to be let in?

I have my suspicions and maybe even at this lonely hour
   I afford myself the luxury of
a small wistful dream. What if…?
       but time will not be right for any real admissions
of this nature for a while.

I have not gotten up to look, afraid of what I may or may not see
   reflected in those moonlit panes outside.
I will hold my inquiry
    for now solely in my mind I think.
           and for once... just enjoy this mystery.

 

All possibilities seem equally real in this suspended world 'tween wake and sleep
          If it continues next week, I might just

       light a candle and see what happens then,
              but- the mind can play tricks at 3:00 AM

There may not be any tapping at all.





 


© 2009 Marie Anzalone



Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
not my best but it was written at 3:00 am

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NO, I think it is one of your best.

get my attention about the latest stupid thing i am about to do... i love the charactor of the words, really good. the whole thing has a late night naturalness. very good writing, raining

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kinda reminds me of the raven. I can hear the tap-tap-tappings of the ethereal fingers.

Really cool!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:-) ... it has its magic, a magic of the little hours before the morning comes, the world can look so diffrent in the middle of the night... I like it , and if you find out what was it or who was it, please update :) Yossi

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Marie Anzalone
Marie Anzalone

Xela, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala



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Bilingual poet, essayist, novelist, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, .. more..

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