ANGST: AURORA’S ARMS’ ANXIETY ARCH AT ARACHNID’S AWNINGS
Dark shadows erected their repugnance filled fangs
As Aurora approaches anxiously the
Dark gnarly house on the prairie.
Kaleidescopic patterns of life coruscating with air of pomposity
Lay lazily upon the manicured lawn
Upon the verandah,
Red carpet as dark as drop of blood lay supine…
He steps inside the vast parlour
Where silent shadows answer his shivering presence.
Fingers of fear grip him right tight.
The walls watch with glee every step he makes…
The haunted house howls under the gaze of unseen shadows,
The tangible thickness of the lurking darkness
Mocks his trepidation.
He walks slowly upon the wail of the creaky wooden floor, inching forward
To the hungry mouth of perdition.
Little insects fly pell-mell in a frenzy
Like drunken termites.
Upon the edge of fear, his translucent fright
Rears its head as each strand of hair on his head stands on its feet.
Shushed air suddenly bursts into life from the aged windows
And he genuflects like a trapped twerp.
Then, finally, without a tint of warning,
Relief guttles over his fear
When light suddenly spreads its vast wings
And the haunted house turns
Into an elaborate stage on Broadway.
He then feels the peace as potent as the
Tranquil danger of the ocean floor.
And the light known inside Aurora beams
With such luciferous splendour
That had never fed the eyes of man in this lifetime.
©️ William Warigon™️