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135th Weekly Poetry Contest honorable mention: Somewhere Near You

by Miles T. Ranter

Somewhere Near You


They’re hidden. They hear you. They lurk somewhere near you, 

tingeing your thoughts with strange ink. 

Mere shadows, they’re crafty as crows and don’t fear you

and if you found out there’s no air on their sphere, you

would know those who lurk somewhere near you,

would goggle in wonder, or shrink.


They sail on the winds of the thirteenth dimension

like microbes adrift in your drink,

and slip through a chink with a single intention:

to snatch you by methods beyond comprehension.

And now in the thirteenth dimension

you’re a conifer stalking a skink


while narwhals eat nectar and froghoppers ferret

for pebbles that thunder and plink,

where no one believes you however you swear it

and no one hears, “Help me!” however you blare it

(apart from the purple-winged ferret

who can hear every color but pink).


They glide through the shoals of your soul-mind or mosey

like numbats down runnels that slink

through the gloom of your room. At the moment you’re cozy 

in slumber or slouched on the couch getting dozy,

they glide or they zip or they mosey

and smirk while you sway on the brink.




(Appeared in Mu Magazine)

135th Weekly Poetry Contest