Monday, June 19, 2017

Visitors by Jan Darrow

in the middle of the night
they wake her

she remembers pieces
of her past
tall grass
in the yard
a house
full of light
the somber sounds
through transom
and her mother's
garden dress

how they wander
through her world
when they get up from 
their bleak beds
and allow
her to surface

how they never
they are dead

Jan Darrow is a graduate of the University of Michigan and currently lives in Michigan with her husband and daughter.  She has always been interested in the paranormal and finds abandoned places utterly beautiful.  You can view more of her work at:


  1. I like your poem. It is brief but effective. After googling what a transom is, I was better able to appreciate your imagery. Thank you.