Monday, April 6, 2015



Scary Poem


This poem frightens me
from the first simile.

Each metaphor
strikes fear to my core.

I’m deeply disturbed
by one evil verb.

I see ghostly faces
in its white spaces.

The rhymes of this verse
make me fear the worst.

No use in pretending—
I dread the ending.

© Ralph Fletcher. All rights reserved.





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