Poetry: Poems by Claire

From Across The Street Inside grey house with dark red trim, a crazy woman kneels alone and howls at gods whose shapes are dim. Inside grey house with dark red trim, she claws pale flesh of outstretched limb and gurgles, roars, emerges crone. Inside grey house with dark red trim, a crazy woman kneels alone. Cruel Vitus jerks black puppet strings, bone fingers dance the worship blessed and hands weave air like demon's wings. Cruel Vitus jerks black puppet strings, head snaps and bows, voice screeching sings and tortured throat yelps sins confessed. Cruel Vitus jerks black puppet strings, bone fingers dance the worship blessed. Inside grey house with dark red trim, a crazy woman kneels alone. Copyright © 1995 Claire A. Schaeffer