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Dance With Demons

The room smells, wall paper peeled, 
   reveals children's scribbles—
      small smiles, suns, pink trees
Windows high with curious robins on sills
   wind moans through cracks
      sun dances branches on the walls
A man pounces the piano with gusto
   five, six, seven, eight!
      I ply and jump, forget about him

But in the background, invisible, one
   terrifying presence pairs with old grandeur
      j'ai peur

Late that night my violin
   sang its song near perfection—
      sharp, shrill


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July 22, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

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Tim Smith Date: 7/24/2017 9:16:00 AM So gorgeous Login to Reply Darren White Date: 7/24/2017 10:28:00 AM Thanks Tim :)

Verlecia Fields Date: 7/24/2017 5:55:00 AM the poem is very scary - and it takes the imagination to many places Login to Reply Darren White Date: 7/24/2017 6:24:00 AM Thanks Verlecia, not too bad I hope?

Heidi Sands Date: 7/23/2017 8:28:00 AM That does sound like a fright, Darren. Very descriptive. Well done :) Login to Reply Darren White Date: 7/23/2017 10:30:00 AM It is indeed Heidi, thank you :)

Mike Gentile Date: 7/23/2017 7:26:00 AM I enjoyed you very vivid account. I would be scared too! Login to Reply Darren White Date: 7/23/2017 8:17:00 AM yeah... and it was indeed.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Date: 7/23/2017 7:08:00 AM A quiet scream. Brilliantly penned mon petit Piroet. Gorgeously penned. fave & hugs xomo Login to Reply Darren White Date: 7/23/2017 8:16:00 AM Merci my dear friend :)

Phil Capitano Date: 7/23/2017 6:57:00 AM Very cool Darren, spirits inhabit the world of music and sometimes at night I hear music in the distance when all the world is quiet. Login to Reply Darren White Date: 7/23/2017 8:16:00 AM Thanks so much, Phil. It's wonderful you can hear that :)