Bits and pieces of prose and poetry entered in contests for the I Write contests. |
Crescent Hollow is a place off the beaten path A path left to itself, avoided at all costs. Crescent Hollow sits pretty in days when the sun shines bright, But at night, particularly when the weather gets cool, The little hamlet shrivels and odd things begin to happen. Farmer Ahab had lost his wife, they said A crying shame. She was such a beauty. Hair of strawberry sunshine and a body to die for... But then she up and left. But on nights when the fog lifts and the moon blazes Some say they have seen her Seen her out in the fields Where the crows have gathered On her arms, stuffed with hay Her eyes are said to glow A piercingly cold blue... that shimmers to white Stark and lifeless She stands wrapped in a grey green dress Arms outstretched As if caught and held suspended Between this life and the next To see her, is to experience terrifying nightmares To touch her.... is death Either to you or someone in your family. Farmer Ahad says she is gone But we wonder Is she really gone.... Or does she come back on these nights To torment his soul And drive him further into his insanity. Nobody knows the whole story And it is best left alone And avoided at all costs. 33 lines. Day 10 - Thirteen Days of Halloween ▼ ** Image ID #1855238 Unavailable ** |