A Poem a Day (606): The Hitchhiker - something for Halloween

As we're coming up to Halloween, here is a spooky one, about a werewolf. It has been published in one of my books, Mind-spinning Rainbows, which is divided into light and dark themes. It contains 109 poems and 49 haiku.

The Hitchhiker

 

No time like the present,

she said,

 

wished yesterday revolved,

wishing upon the thing

as the oil spilled forth

dark and rich,

congealing in her hands

like sin.

 

The time was for the taking,

the day eaten by night.

A still, arched moon

breathed out

against the howling wind,

like a curse.

 

She stood guard over it,

her own body,

and the soul caged –

its remnants –

as the car turned

like a hearse.

 

“Are you going my way?”

she asked the profile,

flicking a smile,

opening her hands,

clean, so bare,

like innocence.

 

Twisted is the way that

I am,

she said,

not so long ago

to the last passer-by,

like a game.

 

This one has a crazy air,

a dark wildness,

flicks back his hair,

spits in the dirt,

curses this old life,

like a reject.

 

In her hands she carries it

all, despairing,

slipping into the car

too close to him,

offering a smile,

like a child.

 

But the demon inside her

rages hot and cold,

eager to howl,

translucent as this moon.

In a moment she’ll snap

like hell itself.

 

No time like the present,

she said.

 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone. Mind-spinning Rainbows. Published April 18, 2015.