Self-Imposed.
Night has now arrived from distant places
with uncivilized black covered in silence.
Fox interrupts in shrieks of impatience
as tiny vole's craft outpaces his guile.
Mis-timed a gull cackles to make hairs
on my hand shake as wing-beat stops.
An owl hoots and hunger-eyed stares
in the window to victimize me by shock
Fearful this panic of spluttering candle
light-less I pan to catch fanciful shapes.
Day succumbs and chamber left lampless
I must battle 'gainst self-imposed wraithes.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Oh this conjured up the 1930's Dracula with Bela Lugosi - where the women vampires glided around in the castle to NO music....... the scariest movie ever made......"Children of the night.... what beautiful music they make"...........
I hoped it would conjure up something dear Lorna - - glad you enjoyed the scare.
really got drawn into this - super work as always Fay.
Ooooooh - - pleased you felt the scare in the verses Michael.
A bit frightening,
my dear Fay!
A powerful write!
So powerful that it
felt like a revisit from
one of my past panic attacks!
~Laura~
Oh dear friend I sincerely hope you were not scared too much by the fanciful metaphor used or the imagined imagery the verse depicted. Hugs along with my apologies for disturbing you Laura.
No worries my friend...
All’s well! 🤗
A fine write again Fay.
Sincere thanks to you for the read and the comment my friend.
first i love that picture Fay and your interesting albeit dreary tale is superb. bravo
Ah - - a bit gloomy my friend. but glad you enjoyed the fanciful play on words in this tale of long-ago un-ghostly happenings in the mind of a girl............. thanks for the comment and the support.
Super write Fay, those wraiths can certainly be scary.
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