The
Woods
(Behind
My House)
Kenneth Vincent Walker
There's something creepy
About the woods behind
My house that isn't good.
Crackling sounds of twigs
Breaking, even the wildlife
Know it's best to stay away.
A strangely unnatural death
In the making as shivers
Run down my aging spine.
There's something creepy
About the woods behind
My house that isn't good.
There's a desolate feeling
That's hard to explain, hard
To imagine, hard to remain.
Yet the hairs on my neck
Stand in anticipation of
What, possible mutilation?
There's something creepy
About the woods behind
My house that isn't good.
Kenneth Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist"
poet,
spoken word artist, performer and author of Borderline Absurd (An Exercise in
Rhyme and Reason), published by Poem Sugar Press/ Community Arts Ink 2015. More
recently his work has been widely published in online magazines, journals and
blogs. Kenneth is originally from Buffalo, NY and completed his higher
education in Canada. He now resides in South Central Pennsylvania where he
performs his brand of poetry at various venues throughout the region.
