Poem 20160319

Posted on March 19, 2016 by crow

musty motel, the bedsprings groan
my suitcase and a broken phone
the voice i hear forever moans
never alone, never alone

my pocket’s full of finger bones
worn smooth like ancient magic stones
guarded by shrouded, cackling crones
shrill monotones, shrill monotones

outside the blackbirds all have flown
inside blossom the seeds i’ve sown
the shadows growl, calls the unknown
a blank headstone, a blank headstone

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Jane Dougherty March 20, 201612:21 am

Love this one, dark and atmospheric. Very crow-like. “My pocket’s full of fingerbones.” love that line.
1. Crow March 20, 20166:25 am
  
  Thank you!
memadtwo March 20, 201611:33 am

Shivers with this one…(K)
Poet Rummager March 21, 201612:07 am

Ooooh! You’ve been bringing out the big guns these past few days.
1. Crow March 21, 20165:02 am
  
  Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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merrildsmith March 22, 20162:34 am

The musty hotel and “my pocket’s full of finger bones,”–wonderful. I can imagine Rod Serling saying, “You’ve taken a trip to The Twilight Zone.”
1. Crow March 22, 20165:02 am
  
  Thank you!