Steel Darkness
Written June 29th, 2011
There’s a ’55 Ford Thunderbird
That follows me wherever I go
It’s old and rusty, but it runs like new
And it’s much closer than it was a few years ago
My persistent shadow, hovering nearby
It’s been there as long as I can remember
Trailing behind as I mow the lawn
Idling quietly while I rake leaves in September
Sometimes it snarls with a loud engine rev
And I jump out of my skin
It regards me with bright, stoic headlights
And I sense a tainted, evil soul within
Quiet and menacing, a nightmare on wheels
It used to keep a courteous distance
Now its tires nearly tread on my heels
I try to ignore it, but it loves to test my patience
When I dare to turn and look at it
I can not see the driver through the dark windshield
No one else notices the Thunderbird at my back
I’ve asked it nicely to go away; but it doesn’t yield
It has yet to touch me in any way
But it inches closer every day
I wonder when its hungry black tires will finally claim me.
Nice poem! A very creative way of turning a ghost into a car! Maybe he'll leave you alone later in life? One can only hope...
ReplyDeleteI was thinking more along the lines that the car represents a memory, or perhaps a 'closet skeleton', something from one's past that haunts you. And the more you ignore it the closer it gets, and eventually it will over take you if you do not face it.
ReplyDeleteI do enjoy your interpretation though :) This could be interpreted in many ways.
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-Faith