The Myth-Man

The Myth-Man

They all feared the myth-man,
and shivered as they danced
after telling his scary stories
in front of the fire.
They didn’t know
he watched them through the window,
hearing their stories, smelling their fear.
He stood silent and still,
gazing through the blurred glass.
He, too, was shivering.
He waited, watching,
then turned away into the deep darkness.
He crept his way back
to the hovel where he hid,
its warped wooden door strung with thorns.
He lived alone, so he lay alone
as he longed for just one dance.

Cynthia Pitman

I am a retired high school English teacher. I began writing again this past summer after a 30-year hiatus. I have recently had poetry published in Vita BrevisPostcard Poems and ProseRight Hand PointingEkphrastic ReviewLiterary Yard, Amethyst ReviewAdelaide Literary Magazine, Three Line Poetry, Leaves of Ink, Third Wednesday, and Mused. I have had fiction published in Red Fez, Saw Palm: Florida Literature and Art and Dual Coast Magazine. My first poetry collection, The White Room, is forthcoming from Kelsay Books.

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