Haunted House

May 25, 2017

Knock-knock –
who’s there? –
You Know Who –
You Know Who wh -!

No more fire-opal October light.

Coq-a-l’anes
twist-tied to neglected dollar store
cobwebs – slow-decomposing leaf hammocks,
cradles of plastic skulls long ago
glow-in-the-dark,
graves of fairy lights, paper hearts, sparklers, solstice-markers
now unglittery, lately unelectric –
one misfit roof tile acting alone might tear all decorations down
and toneless skeleton-tree operettas hound again.
Even in struck dumb snout and dusty ears cocked
spider handiwork.
Tell me again, how came we to live with candelabra antlers,
glass eyed mortuary beauty spellbinding
our hallway?
We never understood clocks,
so hung a head where the clock belonged.
Mama, did you deaden that deer? Distraction did, dear –
he crashed through the wall and just sleeps there. Till real suns rise
and shine him up come spring.

Miranda Field

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