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Sunday 5 March 2017

Waiting in the Dark (203 of 365)

Day 203 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day cantillate meaning: "to chant or intone a passage of religious text."

Waiting in the Dark

The thunder cracks
Lightning scrapes the sky
It seems like it will eat you
like a monster

But it's outside
Inside is the danger
in the blackness
between the halls and the cold tiles
and the cold snarling sniggers
of secret dark lips
that wait in the night
no cantillation shall halt it

Under covers pulled up
Under covers warm and snug
the monsters can be heard
a cool gust presents itself
noises happen - common noises
but not tonight - nothing common about them

The thunder cracks
It is closer
the lightning is a gigantic flash
and what will you see through the window if you
dared to look
will that dark face be there staring with
its wide clownish eyes
twisted into a gruesome look
resembling a smile
but there is no word for the way its lips are
its no smile
Smiles are after all for kind things.

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