In the Dark

Picture perfect! It suits the season.

Serial Outlet

Slanted square of silver light

Stars falling through glass night

Myriad noises, house creaking

No heartbeat but a hand ticking

Dark hush, smell of suspense

The hour is late, the quiet is tense

When all starts— broken apart

By a cuckoo in the dark.

© 2012, Elizabeth Cook

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About Shashi Moore

Having covered half a century of my time on this Earth; enthusiastically creating an impression on my students has given me the much needed excuse to continue to live another few decades, if possible. An educationist by choice and a mother by grace of God.
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One Response to In the Dark

  1. Oh, I love this one! The rhyme and the trickling suspense created by the choice of words grabs me. Nice find, Ms. Shashi 🙂

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