A Short Collection of Trashy Poems

Jerry so glad you are here *clang*

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Haunted

the man in the red suit


the mall closes
and I catch up with Santa
wish for a small gift
a little happiness

he says its elusive
for people like us
the boxes always arrive
torn or crushed

he says he is Greg
we dance to silent night
eggnog on his fake beard
gets in my hair

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Just found this. It's really good, compact but wide, full of hints and nuances. I want more - but that would spoil it.

prendrelemick I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for commenting!

Good to see you posting on the NitLet agan, Haunted

Hi Auntie long time no see. Enjoyed your new iteration of NitLet. See you around!

remembering Kilauea

you open up
like a mountain would
you want me to let you in
the way you have
I’m on the verge
the earth’s paunch churn
the lava lake swells
water closer closer closer
can’t
I’m afraid

Hi Haunted,

I seem to have missed this. Must've been posted during my apostasy.

I can't help thinking that there's a typo in l6. Shouldn't that be "churns?" It doesn't quite make sense the way it is.

Apart from that, the poem is evocative. It puts you in the moment, that seductive few seconds of fear and wonder, the 'imp of the perverse' that tempts the will to oblivion. But at the same time, there are the polar opposites of fire and water, the lava lake conjurs the image of seething liquid red hot rock, but where does the water come from? It draws nearer. Is the narrator running from the fire, the consuming red heat of the mountain, closer to the sea which threatens to consume her if she jumps? Is the fiery mountain the red devil and the water, the deep blue sea? The narrator is trapped, and robbed of volition.

Interesting. You have earth, fire and water, all of which smother, suffocate. There is no air...

The narrator is robbed of the freedom to breathe.

Nice one, Spooky.

Come on home Haunted x

This place needs you x