Monday, 5 October 2015

Working late ...and not alone





The door behind her shuts with a loud bang,
disconnected with the force she employs.
A sinister draught eddies, unseen hands
move window louvres in a spasm of noise.


The office, drained of its usual talk,
the corridor emptied of its milling feet,
floats high above the ground. Peak traffic clots
in pinpricks of light in thin threads of streets.


From the ceiling lines of fluorescent tubes
size her up through hostile, slit cross-eyes;
the security’s left, except one small group
somewhere in the innards of the high-rise.


Is it her heels that strike too loud a note
or is it her heart that’s thudding in her throat?








14 comments:

  1. Sounds like she's in a dangerous place.

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  2. Hi Nila - yes .. not sure I'd like to be there ... I do like to know where sounds come from .. things that go bump in the night worry me! Clever poem though .. cheers Hilary

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  3. Wonderful, perfect for the month of Halloween. Office buildings at night when you're all alone are very frightening. Been there, done that, and wouldn't do it again. :)

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    1. Yeah, not a good place to be in...I wouldn't do it again either :~)

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  4. A great piece dripping with dark undertones. Greetings!

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    1. Reciprocated most warmly! Glad you enjoyed the post..

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  5. Oooh. I like this, Nila!
    My favourite line: "Peak traffic clots
    in pinpricks of light in thin threads of streets."
    Great word choices!
    I love the aerial perspective of the traffic-jammed, noisy streets far down below. You get a true sense of the distance and isolation.
    Really effective.
    It emphasizes hidden dangers and 'the unknown' waiting to pounce on the individual "trapped" in the eerie silence of this high-rise world where nobody will hear you! *shivers*

    The word "innards" is sinister.
    Breathes life into the building and gives the impression that the security isn't safe either!
    Wonderful!

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    1. High rises are kind of sinister in my book :) even in daylight and with people around...thanks for the critique Michelle, much appreciated!

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  6. Does one’s mind
    not show fear unseen
    Reading all things
    on lines in-between
    We shun all noise
    thinking its mean
    Are all things bad
    on Halloween

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    1. Are all things bad...nope...a bunch of great films and stories ...apart from those amazing pumpkin carvings :)

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    2. True great reads are
      found on pumpkin tells
      Mind trembling stories
      As heart do swells
      A headless rider
      A Santa want to be
      Witch’s’ cauldron
      And ghostly three
      Cat only black
      Wait I’m scaring me

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