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II.
by Kenneth LauWhat would a woman be doing out here at this hour?
He wonders, as he trots in the direction of the scream.
He climbs down from the bridge, still carrying his beer. Then, losing his footing,
Tumbles down the hill and finally comes to a halt in a puddle of sticky warmth
For a short while, the moon shines through the blanket of night
And the man perceives his pale white companion.
Rather than recoil in horror, he caresses her
Admires her beauty under the sky of Artemis
He vaguely wonders what it would be like
To wake up dead. Another swig, and then the alcohol finally gets to him
As he leans back, he is unsure of the nature of the shadow
Which suddenly looms above him
Whether the moon went back into hiding
Or whether it was the woman's killer
Or even the shade of death itself, he was unsure.
But unconsciousness won, and he passed out in a pool of spilt passion. 01/27/2005 Author's Note: Caution, I have absolutely no idea where this is going! Help!
Posted on 01/28/2005
Copyright © 2024 Kenneth Lau
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 02/01/05 at 05:46 AM hum ... pieces of a thriller ... don't stop now ... this is awesome! |
| Posted by Michelle Floyd on 02/01/05 at 06:44 AM Perhaps there could be a dream sequence for III, or delving into the history of the woman, or perhaps into the mind of her killer. Perhaps he could follow her apparition, loving its transparent sheen against the shadow of his own mind. |
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