12.10.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
- Imagine, Interlude, Ivory - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
1st place in the contest
An late ebony night with trembling notes gurgling sounds from moist throats Where pickled cucumbers shrink in a jar a lost night, no glow of heaven's stars A multitude of creepy and muttering ghosts haunts houses and churches to find their hosts With rubber muscles and warty feet imagine crawling down the cobblestone street Whether you come or you leave, death smells close Do not feel guilty it was just your time I suppose Their shadows, with the evil hand of chance never be tempted to join the dance
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