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Eerie Micro Poetry in Seventeen Syllables

This piece was written for The Word of the Day Challenge

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

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

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

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.

4 thoughts on “Eerie Micro Poetry in Seventeen Syllables

  1. …in the wolves yellow eyes; a howl of silence…

    (Wolves eye colors range from amber to pale yellow and even green. Blue eyes and dark brown/black eyes are a dog trait.)

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