Well done to all and congrats Jaked.
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Well done to all and congrats Jaked.
Thank you very much, all. Well done to all the entrants.
Continuing in our seasonal theme, our next subject will be:
"and all (s)he heard was hollow laughter..."
(You do not have to use this line in your piece - this is the subject - but you may use the line if you wish.)
I look forward to seeing where folks will take this...
The submission deadline will be Halloween, 10/31, and the winner will be announced 11/1.
Hollow laughter. Hallow ground.
From the grave came not a sound.
Padded Cell
Forsaken in the darkness
where hope has no meaning
silence becomes a fiend
obstinately taunting,
but the voices,
they are a comfort,
abandoned by all others
they remain, always there
always a reminder,
even in the deepest darkness,
in the pit of despair
she is never alone,
the hollow laughter
becomes the only sound she hears,
but she never becomes aware
that the laughter
is her own.
hollow laughter
it bounces
real faster
ready to strike
fuss
when sound is
hushed
and all else
is rushed
how jealous must be the night
for only can she echo the day
like a shadow, trailing limp
behind the sun
chained to its ankles
dragged along
i hear her laughing
but it is hollow
only a thin reflection
of the jovial sunshine
and her face
pale, lovely
as her needle-thin beams of
light
Fractured Fairy Tale
We've all heard of Cinderella
The mice for horses and the pumpkin coach
But reality isn't always
In the tales that get told the most
Stepmother and sisters came home, found Cinderella in rags,
Legs astraddle an pumpkin, whip in hands
Mice attached with long white string
And she smiled as she cracked the whip o're their heads
Now stepmother and girls stood in shock
At the ruin of Cinderella, staring up into the rafters
The girl smiled manically, "Fairy!, Fairy Godmother!" was all she spoke
The cellar rang with hollow laughter
Froze even their cold hearts solid
Stepsister One used the telephone
The guys in white coats took Cinderella
They wonder if she'll ever go home...
Pendragon
(C) 10/28/2012
Drumroll, please, it is time for the results!
YesNo: A fun little minimalistic poem. I like the play between hollow/hallow.
Dark Muse: A haunting and profound piece: "she is never alone...but...the laughter is her own." Well done!
Cacian: An interesting piece. I really like the lines "when sound is / hushed / and all else / is rushed."
Moonbird: I really like the notion of night being a shadow of day!
Pendragon: Ah, Pendragon, a fun piece as usual. Like passing a car wreck on the interstate, I cringed, couldn't bear to look but just couldn't help but gawk!
Great entries all, but there can only be one winner... And this time it is: Pendragon for ruining the story of Cinderalla for me!!! ;) Congratulations!
Sorry, Jaked, just meant to fracture the tale a bit! :lol: :lol: :lol:
Next subject... Mad Scientists
I'm taking that from a line in the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelly, viz: "It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils." There is no obligation to include this in your poem except by your own choice. Good luck
The world outside need never know,
Asleep, amused with dreaming.
Bartholomew has left to go
Back to his work and scheming.
His back is bent. His robe is white.
His giddy eyes are red.
His victory will come tonight.
"Hey! Bart is not in bed."
The calculations look OK.
The chemicals stand ready.
"I'll show them death without delay,"
He laughs. His hand is steady.
"You've solved the problem, sir, I trust?"
His servant Terry wondered.
"I have and all that's evil must
Obey me now!" Bart thundered.
"That's nice, but now we have to take
You back to bed," scorned Jim
Annoyed by all the fuss some make
To fantasize with him.
I give up! This one goes to you, YesNo. Sorry about the lack of competition...
Pendragon
Thanks, Pendragon, even if I was the only contestant. :) Hmmm. Now I've got to come up with another subject. :idea:
Ah, I've got it! The next subject is
Autumn
Deadline: Sunday, December 16th
Congratulation YesNo and what a 'cosy' subject it could not have been better.
Will see what we can do.
autumn world
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autumn
a promise of a simple
rose
it comes in bows
to drench our lows
its colours symbols
of our hopes
it swiftly glows
our deepest worsts
and luminates each
life with growth
autumn
a lightful prose of
winds that blow
slightely
drifting cones
to rows
and lifting leaves
to skies in lows
bringing nature
to expose
feelings of a simple
rose
Autumn Lover
She was the November lover
but Autumn was always the season
of the dying, and she found only
coldness was left to greet her now.
No more flowers were in bloom,
while the flame within her heart
began to fade she fell, it seemed endlessly
among the fire colored leaves.
While the trees appeared in shades
of crimson just like her dreams,
the world spun as she closed her eyes,
bitter the early frost upon her breath.
It may be the last exhale she ever breathed,
while the color dissipates from her waning cheeks,
only those bone chilling biting winds
are left to touch upon her flesh in subtle mockery.
She died for love on the cusp
of the season which whispered of decay
but her grave would lie beneath a shroud
of natures beauty, beneath the gloomy skies,
as melancholy of the last beating of her heart
she was covered in all the shades of the sun.