A DARKENED CHURCH
The colors swirl, the greens and blues
sway in all directions.
A dark, looming church
spreads shadow across the moonlit lawn.
White buds bloom up to the edge of the dirt path
where a peasant woman heads home
after a day in the wheat fields.
The windows hide darkness within.
Something lurks there that the paint
does not reveal. The church’s bricks shift
and the ramshackle roof gives in to pressure.
These also tell of a demon that sulks
around in the gloomy corners,
waiting for someone, anyone, to enter.
Above is a photo of Vincent Van Gogh's "The Church at Auvers," on which this poem is based.
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