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Cauchemar

Suddenly
We all were in the car
My wife, my son, my lass
And me

As we pulled out to pass
The sky went dark.
Across the park
A shape there came
Composed of cloud, of awful size
With glowing eyes
All halt and lame.

It tossed the cars about
Like little toys
It turned them inside out
The girls and boys
As well, no doubt.

I woke
The wind blew strong
Around the house
There was a spider in the room
Lost, in the gloom.

With care, I picked him up
Safe, in a cup
Below

And let him go.

Author notes

1.Nightmare; give me the most scary dream you have ever had.

Sucks to be me

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  • Stolen memories
    December 3, 2009
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    Great job.. its very.. interesting.. and I love your title

  • Purrsanthema
    March 2, 2009
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    What an interesting nightmare! I enjoyed the poem.


  • MargaretG silver member
    March 1, 2009

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    disjointed as dreams can be

    The Ukrainian word, like Russian, is кошма́р, a direct borrowing from French.
    The fearsomeness of the dark monster is increased by its misshapen mass, as much as its hugeness and might. I like the rhymes in unusual places. Perhaps the sound of the wind is linked with the dream. I have never noticed a spider in a dark room, but you could. Like you, I let them go, or rather, drop them outside.


    • Keith
      March 1, 2009
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      Thanks, Margaret. I'd heard that the Russian word was the same, but to see it typed in cyrillic is fascinating. I worked on the nightmare a bit (it was actually quite a bad yin!), but the spider, and the wind are the two true features. The spider was in the bathroom, by the way - I can only spot them against the white tiles. But I always do my best to let them go on their eight-legged way. I trust all is well with you and yours. Best Wishes, Keith.

  • Bad Bill gold member
    March 1, 2009

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    A rather strange poem, Keith, but I kind of like the quirkiness of it. However, I don't know what the title means - perhaps you'd enlighten?

    Cheers,
    Bill


    • Keith
      March 1, 2009
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      Cauchemar is the French for a nightmare, Bill. I like it because it's a soft sounding, reassuring word for a frightening thing. Oh, and it rhymes wi' car. I'm afraid this link is in French, but the pictures are quite startling. I just remembered the word from schoolboy French, and the poem came with it. Cheers, pal.

      http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cauchemar


  • Licinius6790Archias silver member
    March 1, 2009

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    Superb Plus

    I love the sense of humor in this write. It reminds me of the Wizard of Oz, somewhat. Thanks for being compassionate to the poor spider.


    • Keith
      March 1, 2009
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      Spiders deserve their chance at life, don't they ? Besides, if you kill one, for sure it's going to rain. I saved the little fellow, and the sun's out! Case proved. Thanks for reading, and for the positive comments. Best Wishes.

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