Fright comes in many forms, not always in prose. I'm a fan of poems that frighten, and here is one scary gem of a poem from writer, Barbara Alfaro. Her (wonderful) collections of poetry can be found on Amazon and other booksellers.
You can follow Barbara's blog here.
You can follow Barbara's blog here.
THE ROCKING CHAIR
In the nursery the ghost of a boy stands
on a rocking chair, holding its back.
A miniature prisoner of wood,
he is looking through its slats.
He misses the crazy little dog
who barks at the toaster, his tomboy
sister, and toasted cheese sandwiches.
“I don’t know why you insist on keeping
that rocker,” the father said. “As far
as I’m concerned, it’s like honoring
a murder weapon.” The eyes of the boy’s
mother move slightly, her only reply.
Gentle prayers dance in the air like a child
breathing bubbles through a circle on a stem.
The boy places goodbye kisses on the faces
of his sister and mother, touches his father’s hand.
And now he is with me
his First Mother…
~
Barbara Alfaro
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