Corridors flash with filth,
today’s carnage illuminated
by spinning strip lights-
cables coughing and spluttering,
spewing a fiery rain upon
worn out tiling and peeling linoleum.
The gurneys creak and sway,
a bass beat of squeaking wheels
the broken nurses dance,
their limbs snapping and locking
under each bright spin of the tubing
uniforms dull and heavy.
He can’t leave so he creeps,
hospital tarmac tearing up
it rises like ashes or dirty snowflakes,
he paws at faded green curtains
Watching the world disappear.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt.....SHHC by Endiku Lei Kikona.
400 points, ended March 10, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I should really read your poetry more often. Every time I do I just sit here trying to get my jaw to close again... I just love everything you put into your poetry, the emotion, the passion... and you just make it a power house. You've found a fantastic way to really get to the reader's gut here, and gave it a good punch. I love the images and what they symbolize... awesome, awesome work.
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ooo what a warped little poem you have here. This is good, in this dark, haunting way, especially the ending made it suspenseful. Like the makings of a genius mystery novel or movie here
I don't even need to know what the picture prompt was, you have created a world of images for me here.
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sounds to me like the makings of movie scene, terry gillium meets slinky-milinky. i like the kooky, kaleidoscope asylum world you have created here with a few broad, saturated strokes of poetic color. it leaves an impression. -greenfish
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Superb
I love this poem it's a fine example of taking a picture and telling the story...and It fits in with Silent Hill good luck in the contest
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