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haunted
a whisper
wafts against skin
tendrils of white, within
a scent mirrors death, old
shivering begins in mold
a flash, something dark lay beyond
something brittle and twisted, lurks on
deeper, a feeling of fear hangs
alone, the heart triple bangs
dread, it’s covered in red
mouth gapes, eyes awake
a last mistake
your soul, will
haunt this
space.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Oh got a little shiver reading that! Great imagery ⭐
Thanks so much! Haunting I’ve never experienced but I love writing about it!
love the way you’ve laid this one out — like a breath of wind that comes & comes … or a shiver up & down a spinal cord … suits the words very nicely 🙂
Thanks! I love writing about haunting and I love ghost hunters- maybe that explains my imagery and imagination.
* & goes (obviously), thinking too fast & typing too slow led to the odd doubling up of “comes”
The form of this poem works so well with the tension of this poem as it builds and releases. Well done!
I’ve become a big fan of the nonet and this year played with more than one at a time. It’s been a joy!
This made me shiver. The haunting comes out very clearly. “The heart triple bangs/dread”–I can almost feel the gasp when this happens. What a great haunting poem. So appropriate for Halloween season 🙂