I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback!

Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate…

So here it is!

Temperatures are dropping lately, reminding me that I still live in Freezingland. Written on October 28th of 2018, here is short piece of dark(ish) poetry that seemed fit for the occasion. I hope you’ll enjoy it (again), and I wish you’re safe and well, wherever you are…

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Ivy shadows dancing
in the wind, dying
flapping of a ghostly
pidgeon’s wings…
A siren afar ripping through
the silence of the night,
a neighbour’s child giggle,
Do they realize it’s almost midnight?
Trying my best to warm
my hands on the last candle’s flickering
flame… But it is useless, my knuckles
are already whitened by the coldness.
I blow on them,
They stiffen…
I rub them a bit,
They start aching…
It is a fatality. Freezing fingers
just can’t sing.

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