Sitting, eating the usual lunch,
when a newsflash cracked over the station.
A man escaped, last seen along a country road,
wearing a long black cloak.
A jolt of fear went through my spine.
As I went to turn off the radio,
I came face to face with an eye of a stranger.
Frozen, a scream caught in my throat.
A contest entry
- # 151 Winklings. For the Group and AP friends "Phrase Bank" by Ronald Wiseman.
1750 points, ended January 22, 2009, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you for this entry.
You used the wordbank wisely. I did laugh, though, with your penultimate line - unintended though it is, there is a scary interpretation: did you scoop up the eye of the stranger and take it to the local police precinct? And where is the stranger's other eye, dear poet? I am not being cruel; I'm illustrating how careful we must all be in our wording and how important reading aloud our poem to a friend can be.
Be of good cheer. We who cannot smile at ourselves would be a sorry lot.
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ooh, that was a chilling moment. You've melded the phrases together well to capture fear, great job
Best wishes in the contest!
Let the ink flow!
blessings, Sandi
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Wonderful take on the prompt. A joy to read as usual. Good luck in the contest. God Bless, Jo-Ann
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wow!!! that shrill feel of pure fear!!! Yo captured it well
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Spooky!
Good write with the phrase Bank. I can see how you like to write fantasy & probably horror. This is a short piece with a punch. I'm wasted enough right now to get right up to the edge with this!
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This would be a wonderful "voice over" for a mystery movie. I enjoyed how you incorporated all the phrases effortlessly in two stanzas. Good luck in this contest. Peace, Liz
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Spoooooky! Glad I'm not alone...
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A really clever and spooky use of the phrase bank.
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Ooops
forgot theses.
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Well done. Great use of the prompt phrases here. ~Pamela
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