Open Poetry #27 |
Virgin Mary Nightlight |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Hail to the virgin mary nightlight. It got me through those hard times when sleep just wouldn't come. For in my father's house, the floor boards creak on their own. Dim sound of a train whistle, trying to scare away stray coyote. Sneaky, little pesky mosquito, feasting on my ankle. So alone on the bottom bunk, tracing my fingers along the wooden slats. Visitation, tick-tock below my pillow. Two days, and one night, an unforbearing need. Virgin mary nightlight, lack of sleep. Lullaby as your footsteps creak. [This message has been edited by Kaoru (07-15-2003 03:25 AM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
kind of a spooky feeling in this |
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VOE Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 119From the land of Camelot |
This reminded me of my own childhood fears, and I also had that nightlight. I enjoyed this write very much, as you did it well, with suspense....~~V~~ I speak from the Voice Of Experience |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Very cool write Meghan. Evocative. Ed |
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Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
Sweet dreams, a very cool poem. Jason |
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