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The Haunting


03.11.17 Posted in today's words by

Darryl Willis’ most recent poem to appear here was “How To Grieve” (February 2017)

The Haunting
By Darryl Willis

Moaning strings carried on
the voice of wind rustling down
Appalachian rocks. Somewhere
beyond the ridge your specter draws
a bow hard against my heart.
Haints are running wild tonight
and I’ve loaded my twelve-gauge with
double-aught shot. I’ve a garlic
clove stuffed in the bag about
my neck. I’ll be damned if I let
your mist of memory haunt me still.
But I’m afraid there’s no help;
now it looks as if I am.



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