See! He trails his toes
Through the long streaks of moonlight,
And the nails of his fingers glitter:
They claw and flash among the tree-tops.
His lips suck at my open window,
And his breath creeps about my body
And lies in pools under my knees.
I can see his mouth sway and wobble,
Sticking itself against the window-jambs,
But the moonlight is bright on the floor,
Without a shadow.
Hark! a hare is strangling in the forest,
And the wind tears a shutter from the wall.
Haunted
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: breath, tree, wind, shadow, long, bright, wall, mouth, open, floor, body, moonlight, window, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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