This isn’t common knowledge but I am a fan of horror/thriller movies and novels. As it had been a while since my last horror movie, I’ve been reading quite few submissions on a website called CreepyPasta lately. Some of you may already be familiar with this site. For those who aren’t, CreepyPasta is a site where anyone can submit their own writing in the horror/thriller genre. Any piece of work published on the site is called a pasta and can be deemed “delicious” or otherwise by readers. I’ve tried my hand at a thriller short story before but have not gotten around to finishing it. I’m going to share with you instead, a poem inspired partly by CreepyPasta and partly by the happenings in my life of late. You’ll no doubt detect a distinct thread of sadness throughout this poem, so I don’t mind admitting that I am going through something that is quite disappointing to me. I hope you enjoy the poem. I haven’t thought of a good title for it yet so if anyone has any suggestions, I’d love to hear it.
Husks scattered across the dirt
Membrane-thin and weightless
Thrown every which way by the wind, careless and wanton
Toyed, tired and desiccated
A sudden gust introduces specks of grit to the air
One finds your eye and makes itself comfortable
Refusing to dislodge no matter how you try
From that irritated and sore eye
The gale dissipates
The howling of the wind ceases
It’s as if all sound had been extricated from the world
But not quite all…
Don’t look back at the footsteps whispering behind you
Of little sneakers scuffing the ground
Don’t turn around to face that guileless little voice
That pleads you for assistance
There’s no one left on this land but you
And if your senses tell you any differently
That’s just the ghosts that once were
Trying to claim you as one of their own
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November 5, 2013 at 4:48 pm
Simon King
Greetings from Hong Kong, where the PRC loses its grip over your blog. I think your unnamed poem should be called ‘Algernon’ simply because I’ve been recently reading a few works by turn of the century horror writer Algernon Blackwood and its similar to his moody atmospheric style- plus no one gets given such cool first names any more…
November 5, 2013 at 5:20 pm
witchdoctress
Ah Simon, always a pleasure to hear from you. Algernon Blackwood’s work has a distinct elegance typical of writer’s from less modern times. I feel that if any of my work comes even close to that, it’d be my now-complete manuscript Tongue Tied, for which I’m currently trying to find a publisher. And yes, I agree – what a name!