Inspired by challenges at Poet's Place Cafe, a forum designed to hone your writing skills. |
| A Haunting Tonight a riveting movie had me stuck to the small screen reading subtitles. Now with the credits rolling I sit at my computer to separate myself from its images and write lighter words that "take a bite out of life”, tasting each bitter letter as I type while an African rhythm pulses from the TV, words in a language I don't understand, in shadow I do. The tone and timbre haunt, the thrum of the bass, the repetition of sounds, "He lele, He lele", I respond. It pulls me back to the horrific theme of genocide in which I drowned for the last 2 hours. Impossible to detach. I close my eyes and see kneeling men and women one by one, shot in the back of the head. Putrifying bodies left in the street, the stink is in my nostrils and permeates this page. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |