In a hill side cave
my situation now grave
for my fires going out
there’s wild animals all about
I feel like such a naive
The moon is shinning bright
their eyes shone in the light
with a crackle of the brush
my hair stood up in rush
in the shadows of this night
I stood my ground
twitching with every sound
not knowing which way to turn
my eyes began to burn
as I searched all around
Closer now they creep
and I know I’m in too deep
as the night does linger on
I feel I won’t see the dawn
so I pray for my soul to keep
Author notes
Poem Prompt No.18 is:
“What did you see there,
in the dead of the night?
Trapped, with no respite,
in your supposed safe place;
all that you thought comforting,
turned on you at my whim” – from ‘In The Arms Of The mocking Night’
A contest entry
- The Mystery Poem Quote Prompt Contest Part 1 by Glasyalabolas.
1400 points, ended December 23, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love the creeping tension and sense of danger in this piece and how it keeps rising throughout the piece, yet it leaves the climax of what happens, or what might happen, to the mind and imagination of the reader, which in a piece like this, works excellently well.
Good write.
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Thank you very much. My best wishes always.
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No problem.
Poem Prompt No.18 is:
“What did you see there,
in the dead of the night?
Trapped, with no respite,
in your supposed safe place;
all that you thought comforting,
turned on you at my whim” – from ‘In The Arms Of The mocking Night’
Many thanks. This contest ends at midnight tonight (I think). -
Hummm I was expecting a little more from a musician. Maybe I'll come back later. In the meantime you're quite welcome to check me out. I don't bite, apart from when I'm suffering from rabies but that's not often.
Peace Georgia
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I haven't recieved my prompt yet so I don't have a write yet. My best wishes.
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I did realise that; I was being sarcastic. It's an inherent fault I have that I'm very fond of.
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Oh okay one never knows what another is thinking. I will check out all the poems after I write mine, that is one of my quirks. I find reading others words can confuse my train of thought and impedes my flow.
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