Imagination In Darkness

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads Sunday Mini-Challemge:
“Because It Is My Heart” – Micro poetry
The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines (but you may write in fewer than 10 lines all the way down to a single American sentence). You may choose your own form or stick to free verse, if preferred.

She sat up in bed,
shrieking at a shadowy,
sinister figure, standing
in the doorway holding
a pitchfork. Moonlight
swept through her room
illuminating a clothes
rack with two vacant hooks
on top.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Imagination In Darkness

  1. Kerry O'Connor says:

    This takes me back to my childhood fear of the dark.

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:


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  3. thus doth imagination make trembling leaves of us all – great poem

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  4. LOL. I know that feeling! But once I actually DID see a friendly female ghost, crouching in a corner. I wasnt afraid of her.


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