Hans Ostrom

Freshman - 701 Points (1954 / California)

Gothic Fog - Poem by Hans Ostrom

He stepped outside
and rubbed the fog,
its pliant hide. What's
inside you? he asked.

No answer. Just muffled
rumblings. Suddenly
a woman's hand emerged,
caressed his cheek and neck.

'Come in, ' a female voice
said clearly. He entered
the fog. In there, faces floated
like unlit paper lanterns.

A chorus of moans arose.
He turned to escape, but
elsewhere had vanished.
He was inside the fog now.

He moaned.

Comments about Gothic Fog by Hans Ostrom

  • Gold Star - 56,091 Points Gajanan Mishra (9/21/2013 8:53:00 PM)

    Inside the fog, I like it, thanks.
    Please read my poem'Family members' and vote. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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