Thick, choking blanket, ebony in hue,
rivetted in echo, clinks and clanks
Ravens shadows bobbling against stillness,
fracturing cold pitch lurking
Gleaming eyes of lunar curse, leering,
hungrily devouring before bite
Staring into the vortex...
I see...
I see...
Me!
Author notes
Prompt is: lost in fear
A contest entry
- prompt insp. 16 entries, 40 words or less by Grey Mouser.
475 points, ended November 15, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewrite Plethora by TheDemonEve.
1100 points, ended May 30, 2008, 47 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like the realisation at the end. This is a short, simple piece, but it is complex behind its length. Wonderful mental images, especially "Gleaming eyes of lunar curse" That was my favourite line. You did the picture justice.
Best of luck and thanks for entering!
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The curse that transforms one into the monster they pray not to be. Lit by the moon to hunt the night. Well done and thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
Now THIS is an excellent take - on both the prompt, and the picture. Very descriptive imagery coiling within. Eerie, and wonderfully so! Nicely penned!
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Standing in applause!
Wow. This is very good. Gave me the creepies at the end. Perhaps I could relate. Well done to this prompt. Some really great imagery here. I enjoyed this very much. ~Pamela
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