The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Amy Zoellers
They wearied of being invisible
under the water,
skin and flesh long forgotten now.
The mothers all warned
as they had been warned:
Don’t trail your fingers
Don’t dip your feet
the hidden dead,
(flesh and skin long forgotten)
are weary of being invisible.
What cravings may haunt them tonight?
To be seen at last?
To reveal themselves?
To welcome you—sweet longed-for,
into their bone-arms and silt-lair?
Trail your fingers in the water
(if you dare)
Drench your toes in the canal
Fiction © Copyright Amy Zoellers
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Love that last stanza. Perfect!
An excellent poem and very creepy.
Love the rhythm of this poem and your clever use of brackets for emphasis – nicely done.