EVERY NIGHT.

Every night

 

When the clock strikes twelve

There's a parting of the grass.

Whether short or long

Blades of grass step aside 

To make way, for the pass.

Heavy prints, short and deep

Leave a ghostly mark

And on those cold frosty nights

There's a crackle on the grass.

The steps then stop;

They disappear

Consumed by Mother Earth

But when the clock

Strikes twelve again

There's a parting of the.......

Reviews

[alf]

Hi Andrew. you never cease to amaze. I had a shiver run down my back the first time I read this. the second, I got goosebumps on my arms!!! You have created an eerie aura out there, one that sees footprints appear and vanish . . . and we are left with a lasting impression that it happens again, and again . . . and . . .. Spooky, but a wonderful read!!! alf

[andrew mitchell]

I wanted to project an eerie feel Thanks alf I'm glad I spooked you! lol

[Isabel25]

This is one creepy poem Andrew..I wonder if grass actually parts this way when spirits pass by. Very thought provoking. Good one! Love it :)

[andrew mitchell]

Glad you were spooked lol thanks annie

[Helen Crutchett]

Shudder. I love reading 'dark' and this was a beauty! Always leave them wanting more....you have certainly done that my friend.

Well done Andrew!

Helena :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Helena thanks for dropping by :)

[Sami Khalil]

I like the style and the mystery of this poem. Bravo, sir...:)........

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Sami and for dropping by :) Much appreciated

[Sami Khalil]

Much welcome...:)...................