We buried our despair in the shade of the pine tree, 
holding hands as we turned our backs 
on those needling thoughts left in the dark. 

The hulking ogre took root, waiting 
to spring on us when we tried to take cover 
beneath the canopy of stars 
stretched too tightly that cool night. 

A possum or some other unanticipated visitor 
disturbed the tranquility, clawing at the dirt 
until the ogre — always lurking as we 
were distracted by routine — jumped out 

to terrorize us once more 
while we scrambled for a shovel
or another plot of land.

© 2020 Phillip Knight Scott

Written for the dVerse Tuesday Poetics in which we’re exploring the Gothic. “Which according to you are the deepest, darkest and most concealed of human emotions?”

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

15 thoughts on “Buried

  1. Despair is the most draining of all emotions isn’t it? I love how poignantly you have portrayed it here, Philip. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝


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