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Visited by change

Aug 18, 2026

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Person in a swirling black cloak walking into a forest at dusk
Photo by Ghavam Cheraghali on Unsplash

Change knocked at my door
She wasn’t always so polite
Coming howling to this house
Breaking into a silent night.

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She wears her cloak well
Bell of welcome or warning
The mauve of oncoming dusk
A sharp pin gleaming.

She covers the side table
Makes all shapes strange
A place is no longer a shelter
When change comes home.

Taking my cloak from the floor
Arms folding from sight
We are turning from the door
Into the deepening night.

cloak(n.)

late 13c., “long, loose outer garment without sleeves,” from Old North French cloque (Old French cloche, cloke) “traveling cloak,” from Medieval Latin clocca “travelers’ cape,” literally “a bell,” so called from the garment’s bell-like shape (the word is thus a doublet of clock ).

Louise CW

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Louise CW
Louise CW

Written by Louise CW

Poet, runner, and occasional writer of short horror stories