Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Tom Sterner writes and paints

~the house in the wood~

the children at play in the yard
are attuned to a darker rainbow
they crawl its misty bands
their hands a silhouette ring around
spiders in the moonlit night

its dark eyes & mouth agape
the house watches them
whose bones beneath its boards
matter not to the tiny dancers
murdered past & unperturbed

tree fingers reach for them
they giggle & run to the porch
rise on a ladder mist stair
fall smooth into the gabled embrace
of the house who loves them still

a bell in the foreground speaks
& well of the lovers, their parents
ahaunt on a midnight run
while these cubs of ghouls gambol
all safe in the house in the wood

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