Field mice in my pocket

[Keith]

Mother was too pale to cough black,
Father became the house,
a face of weathered granite
melded with the stones,
kept crooked by the constant wind
raging off the moors.

When I look to the fields
the scarecrow sees me,
he's been whispering.
When the weather-vane turns
his snakes hiss across the crops,
I don’t want to listen anymore
but the ground connects us.

I watch the walls at night,
my back to the flames,
creatures come to dance behind me.
He told me not to turn
so I watch a life of shadows
flying with the sun and rain,
straining to see the subtleties.

He's moving closer to the house,
I call the children in from the washing line
they've been out all day
flapping like larks on the breeze.
I hold them to my cheek smell their folded hair.

He's outside the window now,
I haven’t moved for days.
The house growls as the wind changes direction
and he's sitting at my table,
insects sprawling from his outstretched hands.

It only takes a touch.

I’m in the top field
listening for two travelers
as they cross the moors,
one is very weak so I tell him
he wont make the journey.

Then I move a little closer,
I know he can hear me.

[candlewitch]

hello!

this is a seriously creepy poem...a great match for this board! gave me a case of the chills running up and down my spine! good work!

always, Cat

[Keith]

hello!

this is a seriously creepy poem...a great match for this board! gave me a case of the chills running up and down my spine! good work!

always, Cat

Many thanks Cat, I'm new to the site so just finding my feet and seeing what works, glad this one comes across, your comments are much appreciated, best Keith

[dwells]

Definitely a fearful imagining conjured up here Keith. Something from the house that still resides beyond the corporeal; guessing an older sibling buried in the family plot. Haunting the moors but also haunted in turn. Artfully contrived and the folded children were perfect! - cheers, Dan

[tangerinepie]

I was delighted to read this amazing indigo poem.The wording so chilling, leading the reader into serious fear..I must say this is really well done..TY..Tangie..

[Keith]

Definitely a fearful imagining conjured up here Keith. Something from the house that still resides beyond the corporeal; guessing an older sibling buried in the family plot. Haunting the moors but also haunted in turn. Artfully contrived and the folded children were perfect! - cheers, Dan

Thank you Dan it's good to know what lines work, really appreciate your feedback. best keith

[Keith]

I was delighted to read this amazing indigo poem.The wording so chilling, leading the reader into serious fear..I must say this is really well done..TY..Tangie..

Hi Tangie, I really appreciate your kind comments and thank you for taking time with my poem, best Keith