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
8 thoughts on “Poem 20160319”
Love this one, dark and atmospheric. Very crow-like. “My pocket’s full of fingerbones.” love that line.
Shivers with this one…(K)
Ooooh! You’ve been bringing out the big guns these past few days.
Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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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.”
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