stones beside my window sill

i feel the winters chill – crawling

out of lumpy shadows

–         vikings i have found on doorsteps

howling to their swords desire

bloody creatures dripping on screaming ground

a flock of crows

– voyages to the northern land

above my head i feel the pressured air dry

as the silent upraising of a magnetic storm

–         beware forth evermore

voiceless figures around my house

helmets clinging to clotheslines

shacks and rooftops are following me

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

now, for those of you who like a prompt,

be inspired to write an poem and if you like

link it to the comment section. i am looking

forward to your musings