The Darkness

For Sherry’s Prompt on Real Toads. “The Moors, the lowering skies, the ruins of a castle, the ghosts of times long past, the phantom tinkling of a piano, and …………. Go! In 313 words or less.” This is well under the word limit -169 words – a long poem for me.

The Darkness
“We all have a Monster within; the difference is in degree, not in kind.” ― Douglas Preston, The Monster of Florence

in the woods across the road there is a corner –
dark amidst the brightness of green
and tree filtered light.
the corner is in the northwest quadrant
and in that space is a small stone, old
and covered with moss beginning to crumble.
on the stone is Rest in Peace and it points
to the west – not the east.
the people who buried this person
hoped he would not rise again.
the corner is dark, even at high noon –
the corner is always cold, even in the midst of summer.
heavy dead vines, like calcified snakes
strangle the life out of the two trees
in that corner, no green growth,
no animal life, even the fallen leaves
blow away in the wind leaving the hard earth
bare. I don’t know who is buried there.
I just know I walk past
the place quickly, with my fingers crossed,
and my head down.
The darkness calls out to me
but I dare not heed.
I dare not heed.

11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sherry Marr
    Sep 02, 2019 @ 19:42:21

    This is so real. They say that areas where spirits are are always cold, so I noted the accuracy of that reference. The vines like calcified snakes is such a vivid image. I especially love the power in those closing lines: I dare not heed. One can feel the attraction, and the resistance. Awesome, Toni.


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Sep 03, 2019 @ 16:17:47

    This is really dark… I wonder if it’s the headstone of the person in my tale. I imagine that there has to be a stake through his heart for a grave to be so dark and so cold.


    • kanzensakura
      Sep 03, 2019 @ 16:20:17

      I don’t know. I was wandering on the land I own when we first moved here. I cam across this dark corner by accident. I started to touch the stone to clear it of the vines and undergrowth and stopped. I was repelled by a force. I don’t go back to that corner anymore.

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  3. sanaarizvi
    Sep 03, 2019 @ 17:05:42

    This is marvelously portrayed! I have observed that there is an almost eerie silence around such places and that you can feel a presence around you but can’t see anything.


  4. oldegg
    Sep 03, 2019 @ 21:32:21

    Even nature avoids that area where the burial place is as he buried is clearly pure evil. What a great creepy feeling you’ve created in this poem Kanzen.


  5. purplepeninportland
    Sep 04, 2019 @ 19:54:59

    Scary and dark. Reminds me of Stephen King.


  6. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar
    Sep 04, 2019 @ 22:03:44

    …the corner is always cold … I dare not heed. LOVED this! A corner in a forest – just awesome.


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