The shadow moving within the dark,
a creak upon boards not trodden,
a face in the mirror that is not yours -
htaed fo noitacifinosrep gniregnil eht ma I.
The cold breath upon your neck is mine,
the words spoken are those you cannot hear,
the eyes watching you are unseen -
raef uoy ecneserp nwonknu eht ma I.
{Htaed ni sdne reven efil.}
Author notes
I chose option one.
Uhm, for those who are unfamiliar with my writing style, I have a tendency to put some phrases, stanzas, even entire poems in backwards English. I like the effect.
A contest entry
- ----> 10 Prompts, 2 Days by xxRainbowDawnxx.
400 points, ended February 25, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critique?
Comments
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Reminds me quite a lot of the time I thought my room was haunted. Our house is haunted anyway by a little girl. Nicely done.
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oooo, this is spooky, the backwards english adds another demention to the poem. I wish you luck
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