The Coin

He was a wild ride An urban stride dark alley back room kinda guy His essence was spark and flint district red lights stalked him seethe-y and arcane black birds followed him mice squeaked as he passed dank darkness clung to his foot falls levitated his feet he was half angel and half man (but his better half was deeply depressed to be with him) They say one day he ducked into the black soot shadows beside the bar dumpster and disappeared leaving behind only red ash and a single sterling silver coin that no one....dares to touch 4.9.2017 (for contest Urban Legand)

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Tony Devers

Date: 6/17/2017 4:37:00 AM

I think I know this character - seen him hanging around Camden Town a few times. You paint quite a picture of the scary devil.

Ingrid Showalter Swift
Date: 6/17/2017 5:33:00 AM

Tony, I really appreciate the comment! It was a fun contest idea I love getting out of my own head and way by writing for them. Best to you! Ingrid

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/16/2017 8:39:00 PM

oooohhh, you made it scary or at least eerie!!! I liked that.

Ingrid Showalter Swift
Date: 4/17/2017 11:27:00 AM

Thank you Andrea! Always fun to please you :) especially! Cheers! Poetically speaking !

Darren White

Date: 4/16/2017 1:44:00 AM

This poem gives me a Brandon Lee feel, as in "The Crow". It has that atmosphere of film noir that I very much love.

Ingrid Showalter Swift
Date: 4/16/2017 7:42:00 AM

Darren, it was very fun to write since I don't often write dark poetry on purpose. Love how the contests nudge the art!