I wrote this poem when I was a freshman in high school. I just found it today while I was digging through some stuff. Thought I'd post it here.
Nothing
Somewhere passed the old oak tree
passed the thick fog
It hides…
But from what? You may ask and I answer with only a shrug.
As we gaze in to the distance of this foggy night
Nothing is certain…
No, nothing at all.
A bitter breeze blows from our right…
Ruffling our hair and sending our skin to lump with goose flesh.
It hides…It waits…
A low growl from behind
We turn…
But nothing is there
Sick laughter to our left…We turn…
But again…Nothing is there.
That bitter breeze lifts again and our hearts skip a beat.
This is the haunted place…
This is where dead things speak
This is in our head.
This is nothing…
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- Lucas Pederson
- Lucas Pederson is an author of novels and short stories of a darker nature. He lives in Iowa with his family and pretty sure their cat is an alien.
9 comments:
Impressive, Lucas. It is amazing that you were so young when you wrote that. My son's age, in fact.
Very nice. Great mood and I like the images of oak and fog. There's a discussion on Charles Gramlich's Razored Zen blog about color as a mood device and I was saying there that weather and other elements can also help set mood and this is a cool example of that.
Susan, thanks for taking the time to read the poem. Always happy to see you. You mean your son is currently a freahman, right? :-)
Hi Sidney! Wow. Thanks for the good words! I'll check out Charles's blog as soon as I get a chance here. I'm working on new material at the moment. This poem does set a certain mood, albiet a little scary, but it does. Thanks again for taking a look see.
Bitter breezes often stoke up fearful imaginings in me.
Nice poem. You know what fascinates me are all the people who submits poetry to horror magazines.
Thanks Danny for stopping by! Good to see ya! Bitter breezes...ah yes.
Stewart, Thanks for the compliment! Yeah. I wanted to submit a poem or two to a few horor magazines, but feared that they are not good enough. Guess I'm wrong, by all the comments I've recieved so far.
This is really good. I've never been very creative with poetry so I love reading what people can do with their words. Beautiful work.
Thanks Christina! Always a joy.
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