Ingrid Showalter Swift Poet Free verse

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 June 17, 2017 at 4:37 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 June 17, 2017 at 5:33 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 April 16, 2017 at 8:39 PM oooohhh, you made it scary or at least eerie!!! I liked that. Ingrid Showalter Swift April 17, 2017 at 11:27 AM Thank you Andrea! Always fun to please you :) especially! Cheers! Poetically speaking !

Darren White April 16, 2017 at 1:44 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 April 16, 2017 at 7:42 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!