My response to dVerse Poetics prompt, “Edges and Fringes”: I’ve used both word prompts in a LONG prose poem; the inspiration comes from my novel in progress.
Richard stood braced against the wind
As near cliff’s edge as was prudent
Thinking about the young people
Who’d thrown their barely-lived lives
Over it, crashing to boulders below where
Voracious tides rushed to claim anything
Not clenched in rocks’ unmatched shark-teeth.
He was undecided whether to remain in this
Odd town; today the sounds—shrill breeze
Seagulls, icy water beneath—merged into
Keening lament, perhaps last words
Of the lost, or sirens who’d wooed them.
He hadn’t known these kids, but during his
Short residence he’d become consumed by
Enigma of their deaths; and myths, other
Mysteries secreted in secluded, strangely
Fear-shrouded place of closed-mouth folks
Who had appraised his arrival without welcome.
He might have turned his old VW ’round, left
Them with their shadows, but ambiance was
Writer’s bait. Too, there was a kindly older
Couple—surprisingly open to his curiosity
Unlike the someone determined to frighten
Him off by way of arson fire, or recent illness
He’d suffered…a deliberate poisoning.
And, there was the lovely-as-heather (yet
Aloof) recluse he hoped to know better.
The suicides distressed him, and peculiar
Absence of children—though he’d first met a
Teacher, and observed mute brown-brick school
Tucked inside the hamlet’s formidable
Wrought iron gates (locked at sundown).
All in all it was an edgy community, seemingly
Bound on blurred fringes by a darkling force.
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