something black flashes
in the grass
exactly the way
light doesn’t expand
overhead the sun blazes
behind a white cloud
and casts a long black shadow
across the sky
an oil slick on blue
underground
moving toward me
the bones in my feet
phalange proximal metatarsal
vibrate with its approach
something insensate and unilluminated
flashes underground
knowing me without knowing
Ooh! insensate underground moving toward me….Yikes!
Better stay on your toes.
“exactly the way
light doesn’t expand” — nice!
Thank you 👍
“Something wicked this way comes.” That’s what flashed into my brain.
I felt that in this poem as well as a little Lovecraft.
The bones on my feet tingle when I walk on certain grounds. My mummy used to tell me it’s because some dirt contain microscopic bits that used to be human. Bones attract those bits like magnet to metal.
Reading your intriguing poem, I also thought of the shivers you get when someone walks over your grave.
DD, you might want to invest in some Gold Bond foot powder if you’re getting tingly feet.
But I like the tingling.
i bet, and not just in the foot bones. Which are connected to what, I wonder?
I’ve been told I’m big boned.
where it counts, I’m sure