The green button man

This poem was inspired by Paul Militaru’s photo. I read in the comments that it is an abstract photo of Christmas tree lights. Not what it looked like to me.

 

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The green button man was here again

In the darkness of the night,

He waits for a moment of weakness and then

He opens his green teeth to bite.

The green button man has the look of the lost,

Of those who have nowhere that’s home,

His touch is as cold and grim as the frost

That crisps the grass, freezes the loam.

Green lights that glow in the depths of the night,

Blue ink and blood thick as gel,

The button man comes with the hush of owl flight

To show you his vision of hell.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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