After dark, I stroll
Stretching boneless mountains roll
under deflated clouds and pallid stars
I teetered, whirled far
when a speeding car
whizzed by me, light trailing
the last blues of dusk fading
spirits whisper beside me
tickle blindingly
just a branch of spruce
then I trip on its roots
and fall, breaking the silence
onto a lumpy coffin, I heard violence
muffled screaming
a headstone partly blocking
eyes twisted, fascinating
astounded, half-rotted
the sight left me winded
deceived, instead
I rolled off the edging
of my ruffled bedding
the night become morning
but muddy shoes drying
by my blistered dirty feet.
– Sandra Johnson, 6/27/21
I always like lines like this
“onto a lumpy coffin, I heard violence
muffled screaming
a headstone partly blocking”
Good imagery and another well-crafted piece.
Thanks Daryl – I actually pulled words here and there (not ever together) from Stephen King’s “Doctor Sleep” for inspiration for this poem.
Amazing! The last lines did have that chilling effect of Stephen King novels. Luv luv loved! 🙂
*loved it.
It reminded me of the novel Pet Sematary. Love the imagery! 😀