I heard a noise
behind the clatter of my boots
and the scraping of my bag against my leg.
I slowed down
and cleared
my head.
I could hear the leaves of the trees
rustling rhythmically
and the wind
singing ominously
Ominous but calming
like nature was casting a curse
you simply had to accept.
And my breath was foggy
and rapid
and my lips like ice after wetting them habitually
I felt like a part of it all
And the spell was broken
with the opening of a door.
Why, specifically, a "curse" and not a spell or a charm?
ReplyDeleteThe poem is based on how I felt during a walk home, and everything I heard was eerie and evil-sounding, so I felt like I was standing in the midst of an oncoming apocalypse. I felt like a curse would be much for fitting than a spell or charm, both of which can lean towards a more positive meaning.
DeleteHope I could explain myself. :D Thanks for commenting!