anvil clouds and phantom corridors

Tristan Robert Lange

the house of haunts stands alone
atop
a hlll that looms over and
above
like saturated cumulonimbus
clouds
anvil-shaped pressing down
on us ants
below
 
towering over tresspassers like a lone
tom
peeping in on a torrid affair in a
secluded
off-road motel
 
but no affair could ever be the blame for this
malignant
manor of menacing memories
the mephistophelian
monstrosity
a mystery solved by its very name
gamed
 
the story of its inhabitants
displayed
as the tour continues
on
room by room
each contemptuous cooridor
chilling
and shilling the wanton wanderer
into a permanant
residence
 
the foyer a fascinating find
filled
forever with the hope of new
beginnings
an entrance into to otherwise
haunted
hallways and caustic chambers
 
hollow
horrid cloistered cries
come
from within the weary western wing
where
one soul was abandoned and
weaponized
so that no one would draw
near
 
every one of the other rooms
emptied
and entirely emaciated
as if the sullen structure was
starved
of sustainability
 
the wall stones weathered
away
to reveal embossed
imprints
of the malevolent memories
mercilessly
mobilized by activity within
 
faces
forever fomenting fears
formed
in the forgotten woodwork
framed
and whittled by a ghost
glazed
with the glitter of what used to be
 
there
the ghoul stands translucent
goring
me with garish eyes that will not be
satiated
sorrow stays its course in the dead
delinquent
of serenity in life
 
dormant
in its deliberate and dominant
stare
the ghost reaches, raising the need for
recession
 
sadly, we turn to find the foyer
missing
and its door now
forgotten
 
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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  • arqios

    It would seem that every community would have at least one such house! And growing up we had our share of scares and dares revolving around such places. The effect on me at this time/reading is like a time travel poetry πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Awesome! Yay! Thank you so much, dear friend, for your time and your feedback. Glad the poem evoked such memories and effects. πŸ‘» Much appreciated! πŸ™β€οΈ

      • arqios

        You’re welcome, friend πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

      • sorenbarrett

        Gothic indeed and dark. A good choice of images to present the story. Well written in a unique style. Very nicely done

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Thank you so much, my friend. It had been a while since I ventured into anything truly Gothic. But my muse won't let that lay dormant within me for too long! Glad that it delivered and that you enjoyed it. Your time and your feedback are always looked forward to and appreciated, Soren. Many thanks! πŸ™β€οΈ

        • Poetic Licence

          Dark, haunting yet entertaining read, I really like the layout, enjoyed

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Yes! Glad that the layout resonated and that you found it entertaining, my friend. You're time and thoughts are always appreciated! β€οΈπŸ™

            • Poetic Licence

              You are very welcome

            • Cheeky Missy

              Dang it! Leave me trapped in your hellish nightmare, will you?! My la! As if my hours sleeping or waking weren't labeled as nightmares anyway, now you leave me clutching my collar as if the poison will yet slip through and eat my skin off me while I stand. Gorgeously rendered with consonance and alliteration and all those fun effects of the trade until I don't know where to begin, chockful of imagery to die for, the poignancy is what eats me alive. Thank you for sharing.

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                🀣 You are welcome my friend. Thank you for your time and your feedback. I am glad the ending had that effect, which is what I was obviously hoping for. I truly always look forward to and appreciate your take on my work, Missy. Hope you had a great Sunday! β€οΈπŸ™

              • orchidee

                Ahh, it's the mother-in-law's house! lol.

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  Your mother-in-law's last name wouldn't happen to be Bates, would it? 🀣 If so, steer clear. Since closing down the ol' motel, they've opened up an Oedipal Arrangements* shop. 🀣 Anyway, my dear friend, thank you so much for your time and the heads up on whose house it is! πŸ˜‚ Much appreciated!

                  *A play on the USA company, Edible Arrangements, similar to Berry Bouquets, Fruity Lux, and Edible Bouquets in the UK.

                • rebellion_in_sanity

                  Dark, haunting and beautiful. Thoroughly enjoyed the read πŸ™

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Thank you, my friend. Glad you did! Hope you had a great weekend! β€οΈπŸ™



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