A SMALL TOWN’S CURSE

A SMALL TOWN’S CURSE

In this small town, only children could see an evil that lives,

For adults who stopped believing, there was no reality.

A group of kids who became best friends stood together strong,

They would fight the bad that came to dwell in a forgotten town.

A simpler time when an afternoon Saturday movie was just fine,

To build a dam, to swim in a pool created by those whom would dream.

A dancing clown with promises of balloons and never ending fun,

Dressed up in colors and wearing a face that only the young could see.

From hell, it seems he came as he is something other than appears to be,

He’s a monster dressed to kill, he comes to feed for eternity.

These children of Innocence become each scarred by a curse,

Brave as they battle a force, as no child should live a nightmare.

Not defeated as they grow to become adults and hide this haunting pain,

Go their own separate ways into the world with what they hold hidden.

Each successful in business, money is theirs, although happiness is not,

Emotional scars deep inside forgotten until the past rings loud in ears.

Return to this small Maine town they do, seven people, thirty years lost,

Bring it to an end this evil, this dancing curse that brings fear.

Lucky seven, their faith and love for one another keeps them together,

It’s back and these once children, misfits of horrible family memories

Sacrifice all they have, their lives, and destroy this clown, but a monster.

A small town curse is destroyed as finally, these friends may have peace,

They now learn of laughter, love, and happiness though seven are now five.
The dancing clown, Pennywise, It. Keith Garrett

 

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6 thoughts on “A SMALL TOWN’S CURSE

  1. it’s been a long time since I’ve read poetry that tells a story, gives something to think about in the real world other then the search for happiness and loss of love instead abstract thought that “means” and doesn’t ‘mean’ .. interoperation a whole set of characters if you want them to be there … some horrible crime such fear I take from the story … anxiety … fear of the future it gives an eerie feeling … I wasn’t sure I’d stick with it at first but something kept me and I got over the hump and it started getting good, being interesting, kept you wondering. it’s world started expanding with each knew hint as to what was going on … The rest is up to the reader as, he gets to read his own favorite story …. i don’t want to get too maudlin … i don’t read much that impresses me and when i do i tend to be effusive excited to find something different. someting with it’s own voice … not whiney … straight forward. it’s easy for me to enjoy your work. ks

    my favorite poet is Stephen Vincent Benet … all poetry all the time all stories all the time …

  2. I love how you show what happened to the town over time and what the grown children hold inside themselves even after so long. I think the emotional scars they carry could be from any number of things.

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