Fright Time
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Steeple lit by lightning loud
Moon that's full peeks round a cloud
Trudging through the churchyard mud
Unwise shortcut: THUD, THUD, THUD!
The sound is muted ’neath my feet
No one there I wish to meet
Sodden hair and soaked to skin
Contemplate my every sin
Thunder, lightning, crackling air
Time to hightail out of there
Prickling skin: can’t hang around
Portentous skies and groaning ground
Slipping sliding progress thwarted
Planned escape at once aborted
Through the storm the church bells chime
Shadowed figure… asks the time
Where he came from I don’t know
Neither did I see him go
Stood alone in worsened shower
Still his voice enquires the hour
Flight, not fight my first reaction
Once my feet acquired traction
Reached the exit P.D.Q.
Asked the time by who knows who
Homeward through the icy rain
Darkness asks the time again
Local paper on the mat
Front page headline tells us that
Town remembers Howard Peak,
Funeral was held this week
Police have found no weapon nor
The watch that he was murdered for
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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