shadows

I have not been posting lately. First, my health is playing tricks with me. Secondly, the acquisition of a PS3 machine turned my attention to somewhere else. I guessed it is high time to get back to some writing, serious or otherwise.

I wanted to post this during the Chinese 7th Month, better known as the Hungry Ghost Month, but it had since long gone. I also submitted this as an entry to Nain Rouge magazine but it was not selected for publication. Maybe it was not spooky enough. :)



photo from imageafter.com



shadows



it used to lurk
behind curtains
silent, still
till a breeze
stirs the cloth
you thought
you saw it
long straight hair
slant eyes
pallor of wax
but then there's
nothing
behind
those flapping cloth

perhaps

it's just the eyes
that were too tired
so now
my windows
have no curtains


now
it glides past
the window
on the corridor
a hesitant shadow
a dark patch
on frosted glass
while i am
killing demons
in a video game
or trying to type
some poetry like this
i expect the clump
or clip-clop
of heels on concrete
that will be
my neighbour
back from clubbing
but
there is no sound
only the hissing
from the tv
through air
that had

frozen

still.


18.10.07
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This is for participation at Poets Rally Week 75.


A song to listen to : A Whiter Shade of Pale

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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2012