My Poems

Birthday Party

Looking away from huddled,

Quiet talking adults,

Sipping their drinks,

Trying not to spill on their suits and dresses,

To a little girl in a frilly orange dress,

Gripping a long wooden stick,

She’s grinning wildly while being blindfolded.

  

House on a Hill

An unknown force drawing me to the menacing house,

The clouds darkening and swirling,

A man in the window beckoning me forth,

The crackling thunder and a light drizzling of rain,

A creaking of the wooden floor boards beneath me,

The doorbell’s chiming is like a distant scream,

The lightning blinding me as I hear the door inching open.