night wind

something mad attacks the eaves
moans, shrieks, calls, batters
as if to enter this uncertain den
twists branches, flays brick and clapboard
thuds against shuddering windows
terrifies guttering candles
lurks at the edges of vision
fiery eyes impossibly long fingers
then as it goes glides in effortlessly
meddling at the edges of sleep

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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