Star Frolic

Unabashed ghouls.

When the ghouls come out to play,
no conversations abound
amid the silence of midnight.
Subterranean clefts
no longer claim lifeless bodies.
Beyond dens hidden from sunlight,
ghouls frolic twisted on hilltop,
escape the meandering
sheltering below,
idle a bit
as smokestacks and evergreens
provide an adequate backdrop
for them to swirl
in serpentine trails,
unabashed,
beneath the Milky Way’s
buckshot-scattered stars.


17 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
March 10, 2014