Saying The Unsayable Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Once in a strange-think place
In a land where few folk go
And only some return from
Pictures moved in their frames
Van Gogh rose from the cornfield
Scaring the crows that flew off cackling
And I could feel his terror
The thunder, threatening

Once I stood on an airy balcony
Wondering would it be easy
To dive from alive to dead
And a dark thing like an incubus
Whispered, ‘Jump. It'll all be done.'

Then it vanished. The momentpassed
Trembling,I walked out into the high-noon sun