Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • an asphodel in the dark
    Persephone

    She claws her way out

    of hell, Cerberus howling

    breeze warms frigid air

    Young buds stretch for blossoming

    birds fluttering in the trees

Poem #175 (A Cold Foreboding)

 

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A cold foreboding

comes alive in the

darkest hours

of the night.

A whisper,

a scream,

something

trembles

and rises

from a pit.

 

Thank you for reading my work! 

-Alina

3 responses to “Poem #175 (A Cold Foreboding)”

  1. Anna Cottage Avatar
    Anna Cottage

    Made me go cold, excellent. Good luck with your BA in English.

    1. alinahappyhansenwriter Avatar
      alinahappyhansenwriter

      Thank you!

      1. Anna Cottage Avatar
        Anna Cottage

        More than welcome.