Placid and in the groove
Of creative writing
A love poem emerged
My body in a fever
In midst of a periwinkle
Stretched-out hamlet.
There was a faint knock
On the door
I thought it was my spouse
Knocking on my drywall
Partition.
Then a louder knock
Rushing from my artist’s
Domain
I unlocked the front door
And opened it.
Like a wizard this bearded
Man had appeared
A gremlin or a messenger
Of unfortunate news?
His talk sounded gobbled up
Strange dialect I thought.
His bad vibes caused me
A deal of discomfort.
I asked him politely to leave.
He swore
And when he called me names
I closed the door and locked it
As my spouse and always do.
My mind analyzed:
Strange man
Warlock-like
Causing a dichotomy between
Me and my spouse.
She went to the bathroom
While I prepared a healing tea
Soon the scenery dissolved
Into the Weidling-air’s dusk.
Warlock or spook?
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.