Tonight we have a creepy piece by Heather Moore Niver. Y’all go read False Summit! http://13storiestilhalloween.com/Stories/false-summit.aspx #Halloween #Poetry #amreading
twelve. Scant rattle
through bare branches.
down your collar. Breaths catch
and rasp at the back
of your throat. Thud and quick.
Empty road echoes.
When she’s not wielding wild words or swilling hot black coffee, Heather Moore Niver is trying to herd her wily sheep and chickens, persnickety cats, and beardy husband at her cabin in New York State.
Knock-Knock by Heather Moore Niver
Beguiling little beggars brandish scythes, screams
surging through the cold October air. Costumed
with fresh bloody frills, they creep
through a tempest of thickening shadows.
Their late-night mimicry echoes
past their tonsils in hollow giggles
and ghastly fancies. Dainty corpses chase sugar
down among the shadows, cleverly dodging
haunted visions. What trickery
is this? There is never more horror
than the dentist’s grim discovery
of a lifeless root, his poised drill whirring
a ghastly dirge.
Heather is a coffee-fueled freelance writer and editor in New York’s Hudson Valley. She writes nonfiction children’s books about everything from sports cars to sports marketing to animals to the nervous system. Her poems have appeared in Peer Glass and The Berkshire Review, at YourDailyPoem.com, and as part of the 2008 National Poetry Month exhibit at the Sherry French Gallery. One of her poems also appears in the 2013 Poet’s Market. When she’s not reveling in language and roasting coffee, she hikes and snowshoes, dabbles in photography and music, and makes maple syrup with her husband. She’s also determined to learn how to spin the wool of her four excessively woolly sheep, collectively known as The Lovely Ladies of Lanolin. She tweets about coffee, poetry, and assorted whimsey as @nivermoore.