Childhood Ghosts
The cat shrieks as childhood ghosts alight upon my window,
frame and draw cords rattle in high volume,
sashes split like earthquakes on a seismic fault,
tidal waves of tainted forest leafs a swirling, twirling juggernaut.
Thunderstruck by frozen panic, black night's wild tsunami cloud an ink pot mesh,
funeral dirges whistle,
Chanting misdemeanors at a tremor ridden soul
Poem Created 23/2/2020
Copyright © Howard Kerr | Year Posted 2020
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