The Way I Draw
Sometimes the pencil moves on its own,
it knows the way it wants to go
and nothing I can do will stop it.
I reach for the eraser and then pause.
Perhaps the pencil knows something I don’t.
A shape emerges and somewhere at the back
of my mind a switch is thrown,
a light goes on.
Ah, so that’s where we’re heading.
And I continue on down this new path,
herding my pencil like a recalcitrant cat,
until the next epiphany.
I think he’s tending towards the more psychological stuff nowadays rather than out-and-out horror, and of course, in between, he’s written the odd non-horror classic like The Shawshank Redemption. Mind you, I’m only on p150 of a 680-page book and although it’s all about atmosphere so far (and and an atist’s pencil with a mind of its own!) who knows what horrors could be unleashed in those unread pages! Perhaps I’d best finish it before I give it an unqualified recommendation!
I’m just reading Stephen King’s ‘Duma Key’ at the moment, which I’m really enjoying, and your poem is very evocative of wht’s going on in the novel at the moment. If you haven’t read the book, I recommend it!
hmmm… I don’t usually read horror stories – Stephen King still writes horror, doesn’t he?