Eerie Micro Poetry in Seventeen Syllables

This piece was written for The Word of the Day Challenge



#1
Entering the silent room, all eyes turned and it was eerie, and chill..

#2
An eerie yellow glow fell to the floor from the guttering candles.

#3
The unsaid lingers, and reddens her angry words with an eerie hue.

#4
The virus fell like an eerie stillness across the Italian countryside

Or because the Italian language is so musical, I could ignore the syllable count and sing:

Il virus cadde come un silenzio inquietante sulla campagna italiana.


I can’t help thinking of the Valle d’Aosta in these times.