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Caro Henry's avatar

First the locusts came

Now the dancing specters twirl

Crops wither crows feast

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Honeygloom's avatar

This is so good! You packed a lot of tragedy into it and the middle line is so creepy🖤

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A.P. Murphy's avatar

Over the fields of grain

blow winds. Madness is not in

ghosts but in the winds

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The howling is its own

pulse of tension and release -

the wind sounds. I howl

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One says she sees ghosts

out by the wheatsheaves - it's false,

they're spiralling winds

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Winds raise husks and straw,

blow them in my eyes - my tears

spirits and monsters

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Honeygloom's avatar

These are incredible! I think the first one is my favorite, but it’s hard to pick🖤

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A.P. Murphy's avatar

Thanks I saw a clip from this movie The Wind a kind of folk horror set in a pioneer cabin in the MidWest and it inspired me. The clip was in the docu about folk horror called Woodlands Dark and Days Bewitched - clips of the movie on YouTube were not so good.

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Honeygloom's avatar

I have seen that movie! As someone with A LOT of sensory issues, I fluffing hate the wind. So I had to watch the movie. Which was not great… kind of all over the place… I guess so is wind, but I don’t think that was an intentional connection. Anyway, there wasn’t much actual wind in the movie🤷‍♀️

You did a much better job at making it an entity to be feared.

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A.P. Murphy's avatar

Yeah, it seems the way the writer and director talk up the movie in that documentary is much more interesting than the film itself. Somehow I figured you might have seen it, being an authority on all things folk horror, esp in a US setting.

Have you seen the documentary BTW? I have it to view here if you can't find it elsewhere

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1DRC-UO2ifHHq-9ixFNImxsE3woC3WfMQ?usp=drive_link

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Songsterfunsterhamster's avatar

My harvest hat’s dry:

Dry as stalks sheared by these toes

Dry as powdered I

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Songsterfunsterhamster's avatar

To break the habit of a couple of months, and as Bilwis and the I wouldn’t let me go, here’s an extra something that comes nowhere near anyone’s idea of the haiku form:

This heart be dry as

This hat be dry as

This breeze be dry as

These stalks be dry as

The harvest sky

That lies above

As dry as the toes

That scythe beneath

As dry as dry as your powdered I

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Honeygloom's avatar

Ooo I do love this longer version🖤 Bilwis is a tricksy one, more compelling than he has a right to be.

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Honeygloom's avatar

Love love the middle line! And now I’m just thinking of powdered I… could be useful😏🖤

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Theresa Greene's avatar

Thank goodness we live

Surrounded by trees and hills

Fields too dangerous 😳

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Honeygloom's avatar

Ha! I used to spend my summers on my grandparents’ alfalfa farm. Fields can be surprisingly dangerous. Kids can damage crops by playing in them, too, which means less money for farmers… that’s probably the main reason for all the boogeymen😂

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Carolyn Jones's avatar

Oh! I love your vocabulary in this one!

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Honeygloom's avatar

Ah! Thank you!

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Chris J. Franklin's avatar

Whirling through the fields,

Stealing grain, and crushing dreams,

Its joy, is your pain... 😎

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