Knock On the Door
On a cloudy day of July
field work took me to a forested countryside,
the night I had to spend there alone
in an isolated dilapidated bungalow
perched on a desolate plateau top.
At the dead of night came the rains in a torrent
riding on the wings of fierce tropical storm,
pounding waves of gusty winds lashed at window panes
rattling at each stroke of hammering thunder,
the lightning flashed on the quivering foliage,
their moist shadows making myriad of eerie shapes
that slithered on the flooded ground.
At the sudden strike of the thunderbolt
somewhere on the house the flickering lights went out.
In candle light the darkness became even more engulfing
as I heard a sharp knock on the cracked wooden door,
I opened with the shaking hands, find no one there
except the slant arrows of rain piercing the opaque night.
The knocks repeated several times
sending surge of shiver through me in the dark.
The creeping fear kept me wide awake
while I nursed the goosebumps the whole night
with peg on peg of whisky knocking on my head.
December 19, 2018
Contest : Give Me Goosebumps
Sponsored by : Nina Parmenter
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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