Body Haunt

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #43 – “creak”  (posted by Grace)
Yes, the word is CREAK. Today, write us a poem or short prose containing the word CREAK. Make it a noun or verb. Create a halloween mood with grating sounds (creaking stairs or floors) or paint an emotional canvas (creaking heart). Or make it funny with bones creaking.

Boing-Boing! Alien gray hairs
spring out of my head,
texture of wires.

Pop-Pop! Not corn popping,
but knee joints
loathe to rise.

Crack-Crack Not in sidewalk,
but neck muscles
as I turn my head.

No costume needed; I’m a halloween
symphony.

Quadrille #43

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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5 Responses to Body Haunt

  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice alien body symphony haunt.

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  2. Tom Merriman says:

    What fun, Sara! You sound like I do! 😀

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  3. Grace says:

    I love the conclusion 🙂 Have a good Halloween fund ~

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