PPC 4

Number 29 - Week 35

Something’s peculiar at number twenty-nine,
An unsettled feeling I can’t quite define,
An eerie quiet, never a sound,
No echo, no chatter, a silence profound.

There’s something quite cold at number twenty-nine,
I get chills passing by it, every time,
Shuttered up tight, but is there an eye,
That peeks through the cracks at passersby?

I dare not go at night past number twenty-nine,
I cannot discern that a light ever shines.
Its inhabitants, like ghostly spirits, must creep,
Silent and shadowless in its darkness deep.

I could knock at the door, a friendly sign,
Just saying “hello”, see what I find,
Perhaps finally finding peace of mind,
But there’s something peculiar at number twenty-nine.



Week 35

Prompt - image
Poem should be inspired by the image in some way
A minimum of 12 lines, no maximum
There are no form requirements
Your submission must be newly written



Image of a stone dwelling with a large door and shuttered window
over the door is the number 29