Half-moon rises in twilight sky
Pulling halfway crazies in tow
As the year turns, spirits shake loose
From sepulchers and hidden halls
Slipping into the frosted light of dusk
Sliding from time to place and place to time
In time and out of it
Placed and displaced
Disturbing wobbles of another dimension
Not quite in focus
But enough to set the dogs barking
Hackles rising
As they sniff that faint whiff of sulfur
Crackle of ozone
As I too feel the ripple of the veil
That shades our world
David Trudel © 2012
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oh, nice David! You really capture that “otherness” here.
Thanks Susan!
I was there with you…well done. Difficult to describe that sixth sense.