M. L. Kiser Poet Tanka

Trapped Within the Fallen Curtain

The curtain drops and
Ethereal hand grips me
How it suffocates!
I wrestle with the monstrous
Draping beast to free myself.

Nights when a blanket
Of dense mist draping itself
Across the land, I 
Feel the damp and moldy air
Gripping me in its clutches.

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William Kelii Kekaula May 15, 2019 at 7:07 PM Borders the sublime of an eventful night, nicely done, Aloha wk M. L. Kiser May 17, 2019 at 12:19 PM Thank you.

Michelle Faulkner May 15, 2019 at 3:57 PM This is so gothic and darkly alluring, it does grip you! M. L. Kiser May 17, 2019 at 12:19 PM Oh good, thanks.

Caren Krutsinger May 15, 2019 at 1:18 AM Beautifully done, brings the scary nightmares into full-blown adulthood! M. L. Kiser May 17, 2019 at 12:19 PM Good. much appreciated.

Gershon Wolf May 14, 2019 at 8:58 PM Oooh. This is so fine. Such a blending of nature and the bedroom. Very nicely done, M.L. ~ gw M. L. Kiser May 17, 2019 at 12:19 PM Thanks Gershon.