Visitant

He arrived: an unannounced guest,

Coming silently through the door.

He paused to shake my hand and,

With a thud, he dropped his luggage

At my feet on the cold stone floor.  

His hollow eyes scanned the walls;

His tongue-less mouth grinned at my abode,

And, though ‘twas the month of May,

I tell you, in my garden it began to snow!

Sweet wine to vinegar, he turned

My hoarded treasures to rust, and

As a bargain, he gave me fear and doubt

In place of joy, peace, and trust.

Reviews

[Lorry]

If this were a dream, it would probably be called an anxiety dream, but it should serve as a warning, whether real or a dream, to make sure you keep your door locked at all times.
Come to think about it, I'm now thinking about adding a few locks to my door, just to be safe. 😊

[Laz K.]

Haha, yes...good idea...one should protect oneself from intruders...bot in the physical and in the spiritual worlds.

[Andra Dare]

Quite powerful verse, it draws me in, then out of place. Time shifts me. Thank you.

[J.P.]

Creepy, tongue less mouth grinning...I dig it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the devil made me let him in...
all the opposite miracles...interesting and haunting piece of poetry.
j.

[Ken e Bujold]

kafkaesque. very much enjoyed the poem Laz. especially how who/what he is is left open to the readers imagination