The Construct of Lamppost
The twilight gleam slowly melts
on the verdant expanse of the park,
the pathway lined by neon lampposts
gets deserted as the night silently falls.
Soon I see the maroon moon rise
over the thicket in the speckled sky
and sparkling stars sprout one by one,
I walk enthralled on the pathway alone.
As I float unmindful in air of reverie,
in trance the lighted lampposts I pass by,
a dark amorphous form appears lying flat
in front of me, riveting spell suddenly breaks.
Caught off guard frightened, I flinch
at my shaking shadow slithering past me.
June 14, 2019
Contest : What makes You Flinch
Sponsor : Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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