~The House in the Wood~
The children, at play in the yard, are attuned to a darker rainbow. They crawl its misty bands, their hands a silhouette ring around spiders in the Moon night. Its dark eyes and mouth agape, the house watches them, whose bones beneath its boards matter not to the tiny dancers, murdered past and through such as these.
Tree fingers reach for them. They giggle and run to the porch, rise on a ladder mist stair, fall smooth into the gabled embrace of the house who loves them still. A bell in the foreground speaks and well of the lovers, their parents, ahaunt on a midnight run while these cubs of ghouls gambol, all safe in the house in the wood.
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Inquiries: tracy@traceliteraryagency.com
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© artwork & words
conceived by & property of Tom (WordWulf) Sterner ©
The House in the Wood
was first published in Black Widows Magazine
The children, at play in the yard, are attuned to a darker rainbow. They crawl its misty bands, their hands a silhouette ring around spiders in the Moon night. Its dark eyes and mouth agape, the house watches them, whose bones beneath its boards matter not to the tiny dancers, murdered past and through such as these.
Tree fingers reach for them. They giggle and run to the porch, rise on a ladder mist stair, fall smooth into the gabled embrace of the house who loves them still. A bell in the foreground speaks and well of the lovers, their parents, ahaunt on a midnight run while these cubs of ghouls gambol, all safe in the house in the wood.
http://wordwulf.com
WordWulf
Inquiries: tracy@traceliteraryagency.com
& wordwulf@wordwulf.com
© artwork & words
conceived by & property of Tom (WordWulf) Sterner ©
The House in the Wood
was first published in Black Widows Magazine
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