Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Ghost Stories: Words Left Unsaid, Katy Comber

The Town
by Katy Comber

The sound was faint but 
it was definitely there. 
The entire town its audience. 
A creaking. 

In the cool mist settling 
there was a creaking.

Lights remained on. 
Lights remained blazing. 
As the townspeople lay shivering, quaking. 
Creak. Creak. Creak. 

A rocking after the 
snap, snap, snap 
ringing out; echoing.
A rocking. A creaking.

What have we done? 
What have we done? 
A witch! A witch! 
What have we done? 

Autumnal leaves vibrant in the full moonlight 
against the gray world. 
Dreams of specters pinching 
and yellow birds flitting 

A witch! A witch! 
What have we done? What have we done? 
Three nooses swaying, swaying. 
Empty, but still there was a creaking. 

What have we done? 

2 comments:

  1. the lottery springs to mind here. just don't change your name to shirley

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  2. The Lottery by Shirley Jackson was required reading in my leadership class. I agree with Abby on that one.
    The image of the three nooses is truly compelling. Thanks, Katy, you made my skin crawl.

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