VISITOR BEWARE
The charged air
is felt in her bones,
in every cell, as he knocks.
He has come to call.
Pearls of sweat
cover her skin,
making bed linens sticky.
Filaments of gold
frame her face.
A work of art,
was his last thought.
2013-01-20
P. Wanken
Inspired by The Sunday Whirl #92: charge, art, knocks, filaments, cell, sticky, pearls, bone, linen, air, beware, skin, and call; and posted for Day #78 for the “100 Days of Fall/Winter 2012” challenge.
echoes from the silence 
That is creepy, but what a terrific wordle poem.
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Thank you, ViV. 🙂
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A twist…I expected things to go the other direction. Thanks for the surprise, and suspense. The first stanza says a lot.
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Thanks, Brenda…tried for a bit of unpredictability. Glad it worked. 🙂
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somehow, i adore this poem. a quiet thrill, that my eyes and mind
are now eager to take in again. ty.
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Aw, Paige…thanks for that. 🙂
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‘a work of art’ was my first thought!
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Thank you, Stan.:)
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The filaments of gold..like a treasure found..but then that last line..perhaps more of a bounty hunt..
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Ah, yes…but which one is the bounty…and who is the hunter??
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Mmmmm–very well done–like a mini mystery, I want to keep reading 🙂
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🙂 …glad the mystery came through for you!
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Opps, maybe he should sorry before seeing her. Love it
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Glad you liked it, Cathy! 🙂
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Had me going on this one, Paula.
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Thank you for the feedback, Sara. 🙂
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I love the ending – the mystery of why it was “his” last thought. Visitor beware, indeed. Taut and evocative – a great one, Paula.
Richard
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Thank you, Richard. 🙂
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