Drive By

She wore a wig to cover the hair

That was windblown, into her eye,

And topped off that with a raffia hat

To disguise a look so sly,

She sat up there on the balcony

Looking down on the street below,

Watching the heads of the perms and dreads

And noting which way they go.

Her boots were scuffed right up to her knees

Her stockings ragged and torn,

Her linen skirt had dragged in the dirt

From the day it first was worn,

The neighbours called her a demon child

For the savage glare in her eye,

They looked away but they scarce could say

If she’d cursed them, passing by.

She said, ‘Watch out for a matt black car

With its windows tinted and grey,

A single headlight, seen from afar

And the chrome all rusted away,

The driver’s window wound halfway down

To the height of the driver’s eyes,

You’ll best not stare at that wicked frown

He will draw you into his lies.’

The clouds then gathered, the storm came in

From the place that it last had went,

Thunder clashing and lightning flashing

The hail and the sleet it sent,

She pulled her hat down over her head

In hopes that her hair would dry,

Then pointed down to a matt black car,

‘The Devil is driving by!’

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Breanna Riddle]

This is great. I love the fact that you made a very eerie seen when the car came by to emphasis her point.
This way yet another fastinating tale of yours that I just adore. Thanks for sharing :)