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A Modern Haunting · Poetry Short Short ·
Organised by Anon Y Mous
Word limit 100–2000
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In Sleep They Join Her
She snuggles into bed, soft sheets enfold
Her shoulders, and her young round face
Is ringed by moonlight shining from the cold
And star-specked night. The silver trace
Makes gnarly hands of branches, and the old
Gray pickets into graves, where in their place
Fog wisps might curl like specters; yet the wold
Lies easy, and she sleeps in happy place.

Yet things about her stir. No ghost shall moan,
No graveyard ghoul shall bring infernal strife,
Yet icons flicker on her muted phone,
And toys on shelves lie full of mimicked life.
As pulses crawl in blind electric races,
She rests complicit with her current graces.
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Nice sonnet form, and I appreciate the female rhyme. The rhythm is a bit forced in places, but mostly, it works. I love the imagery of a girl nestling into her bed, but I'm a little unclear on what exactly is happening. After a couple of read-throughs, I think it's just that she's going to sleep in a setting that could be considered spooky, but she's decided she's not going to let t be. I'm not sure that's right. At first, I thought it was pointing toward a twist where she's a ghost, or maybe that some of the threats were real, but I think I've settled on that first explanation. Well done.

I wonder if this round just caught people by surprise. It seems kind of soon after the first round, and maybe the usual poets just didn't notice there was a round coming up (I haven't joined the group myself, so I don't get notifications of poetry events and have to check manually).