Shadows confuse the corners
Midnight chimes strike from a church
And the swing is slowly moving
Slowly moving
To and fro
Squeak, squeak
The ropes are taut
The seat empty
Squeak, squeak
Yet still it moves
Backward and forward
Backward and forward
Backward and forward
What child spirit has come out to play?
James Aitchison is an Australian author and poet. As Mike Rader, he writes horror and noir fiction and poetry. His work has twice appeared in Black Poppy Review, as well as Horror Tree (Trembling with Fear), Thriller, Akashic Books (Mondays are Murder) and many other magazines and anthologies.
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