Haunted Wandering: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (10/9/18)


night building forest trees

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The spindly branches of naked oaks become grasping, withered hands in the waning light. An engulfing fog obscures the peering eyes of curious nocturnals. The single light of the A-frame, jutting out of the fog and trees, offers the only refuge.


And not an inviting one.


Try to ignore every horror film motif. Silence those survival instincts that scream to turn around. Seek the ominous shelter.


What could possibly go wrong?


Eerie hues

in the dying Autumn light

an owl in flight

the racing pulse and short breaths

as darkness descends at last





and Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform (imagined by Sanaa Rizvi)





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