Hide-and-Seek

Elusive as a fox in a graveyard,

slinking behind weathered tombstones,

copper fur amongst the fading grays taunting,

“Do you see me?

Come and catch me.”

Foxes run when you get

too close to capture.

Covers her face like the moon,

the shadows of night cloaking arcane craters.

Spinning, spinning, spinning in black space,

she is waxing, she is waning,

she is a sable June eclipse.

Never full, never naked,

she is not a Harvest Moon.

A child plants a flat, smooth pebble

throughout her uncle’s house -

left shoe, kitchen window pane, ice box.

He searches the rooms carefully, intensively,

crawls under beds in business casual.

From behind a green sofa, a giggle is stifled

behind shaking, excited hands.

Dusk enters the neighborhood,

street lights illuminate faces of childhood friends,

shades cast against trees and cars and bushes,

heartbeats echo out against the still hush of

a game of hide-and-seek.

The thrill is not in hiding

but the possibility of being found.

Author's Note

This is the first poem I've written in months! Please leave feedback, and let me know what you think. :)

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

oh my word...this is utterly fantastic!!

I feel like I've been on a gothic journey with Alice n wonderland!
brilliant imagery and flow...I love poems/etc. that either
take me away for a bit or that I can relate to...Thank
you for sharing

~ x- barrie

[devon]

Thank you so very much! I'm so glad that you liked this poem, and I love your Alice in Wonderland comment. Thank you, again!

[ms. barrie]

you're very welcome...was my pleasure...I've also subscribed
to you (:

[A hare off]

I really enjoyed this poem. There is a darkness but a light whimsical feel as well. Your analogies are wonderful and the closing line is perfect. Very well done.

[devon]

Thank you so much! This is the first thing I've written in ages, and I feel a bit 'rusty,' so I'm very glad to hear such kind words. :)