Strange sounds emanating from the walls Pulse racing, blood pounding Everything had changed Looking through my window Looking at a different vista Blinded by panic, I froze, hands balled into fists Nerves jangling, as if I had stuck my toe in a light plug Danger, my mind repeated I could not run, feet stuck to the floor Neighbours walking towards my front door Gaining momentum, they start knocking, echoing the sound from the walls... ©AnitaDawes2022
I have heard it said there is a danger
In walking across another’s footsteps,
But it is impossible not to tread where others have.
We have marked the land from end to end.
How can I know where to put my size tens where another has not?
There is no virgin ground for me to make my stand.
I am reminded of my mother’s orders.
‘Take your shoes off; I don’t want everyone’s mess in the house.’
She’s right. Did I drag in some lost souls left over mess?
Does he or she sit watching me from the empty armchair?
Have I sat on them?
Would they possess me, whispering
‘There is danger here. I can steal your mind.’
Remembering I have sat there in my grandfather’s favourite chair…