Dark at night,
And the stars aglow,
Crunching on gravel
Down below
And the wind’s blowing fierce
And then it blows slow,
The trees bend uneasy,
Leaning to and fro
And the fields have found a feeling
That sucks me from my gaze,
And I’m living in the darkness
Where only darkness stays,
Flying to the Frightening,
Lost within strange fear:
I turn my head and look away -
The Frightening is too near.
Feeling frightened staring out of an upstairs window across black fields in the middle of the countryside on a windy night.
Here’s a dark poem about fear by Anthony Hecht - and it has a rather sinister ending: Lizards and Snakes
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Comment by Mary Anderson
I think you could have done something that is a bit more scary. That causes you think in a deep state of mind and get lost in the poem.
Other wise the poem is pretty good. Just needs to be scarier
Posted on: October 27th, 2008 at 11:20 am