There’s a harpsichord
deep in the dark wood, its
eerie music floating amid the
trees, an atonal waltz composed
in Purgatory, composer stuck in
the limbo of purification.
Shadows dance among
the ancient trunks, ethereal
bodies pressing close together,
tissue paper thin flesh upon flesh
flaking away, waltzing languidly
among the silent trunks.
The full moon above,
a mirror ball, its facets made
up of tiny strobe lights spinning
slowly above this ritual of death,
the dancers lacking shadows,
time of no consequence. .
About the Author
G. O. Clark’s writing has been published in Asimov’s, Analog, Space & Time, Midnight Under The Big Top, Daily SF, HWA Poetry Showcase VII and many other publications over the last 30 years. He’s the author of 16 poetry collections, the most recent, “Tombstones: Selected Horror Poems”, 2022, Weird House Press. His third fiction collection, “Aliens & Others”, came out in 2021 From Hiraeth Publishing. He won the Asimov’s Readers Award for poetry in 2001, and was Stoker Award finalist in 2011. He’s retired, and lives in Davis, CA. http://goclarkpoet.weebly.com
