#912947 added June 11, 2017 at 2:10pm Restrictions: None
What she remembers before the lamp gutters out [130]
prompt:
What she remembers before the lamp gutters out
I do not remember the year
only that it was winter
and the unpaved streets were empty
although the night was still young
and a crescent moon lit the way of the wary
windows dark
doors shut
street lamps guttering out.
Weary,
I watched a moonlit man in a top hat walking towards me
wandering down the stone-clad sidewalk
as if he hadn't a worry
as the clock struck the hour
and steam rose from the city
to block out the moon,
bare tree limbs reaching out as if to snatch it.
They say that no one screams
before Jack rips out your throat.
I would know.
That much I do remember...
Steam rises to gag winter's moon
before it gasps and breaks this silence.
K Enga (10.june.2017) [174.130] /30:10.2/
Note: a ramble, could become a prose or prose poem... maybe, or a hybrid form, similar to a haibun. Too soon to edit properly, IMHO.
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