oh procrastination... you feckless muse.
Fine. fine finefinefine. This wanted to be a poem. With apologies to... um. Everyone.
What Came Forth
It opened, the crack
in the grave ground
where the stone marked your lack,
and my lost heart, lost luck.
Then came forth a sound
that heaved wider this crack
and hands stained black
pushed the ground aside.
I ran, but speed I lacked
and your form rose to attack
grabbed my shoulder, pulled
I sped up, your knees cracked
but you followed, mouth slack
moaning your love,
your hungry lack.
Now the grave ground trips and coils.
Like old times, I run, you follow
I'd tired of waiting for the ground to crack,
now I'm flying through a world you no longer lack.
eta - line breaks.
bad poemdrabble killed the thread?
Could just be a Monday. Or everyone, uh, shot their wad last week.
I've been distracted with work and dogsitting all day, so mostly I would just like some crack, and then to pass into oblivion for a little while.
I like "hands stained black/pushed the ground aside" a lot.
[Rather longer than a proper drabble, I fear...]
"Step on a--"
That was the chant they'd sung, out there in the world, dappled by the sunlight through the oak leaves. Chalk lines and drawings marked the boundaries of their universe, so much bigger in their imaginations than in the flesh.
"Step on a--"
Now, her world is but darkness, one pace in each direction. Her mouth is dry with thirst, legs shaky with weakness. Her eyes, desperate for stimulation, invent stars and galaxies that swim across her vision.
But after the last feeding, she felt the earth shake, and heard something move in the wall. So she feels her way around the tiny space, touching every inch of the surfaces she can reach. Just in case something was knocked loose.
"Step on a--"
Her right hand catches on an irregularity, a ragged slot where before had been chill hard smoothness.
She slides a hand in, all the way to her knuckles. Now the other. She braces her feet, locks her elbows, and heaves.
Light streams through.
"Step on a crack, break your mother's back--"
And she is out.
Wow, Consuela, that pucks a punch.
Wow. I like both of those a lot.
Three more chapters to review and I'll start submitting Cog, finally. Just gotta take some deep breaths and get ready for the rejections.
I stand up slowly, knowing what my knees are about--
crack
I turn quickly, without bracing my feet proper--
thunk
Hubby jerks his neck sharply, intentionally
CRACK
He freezes, his eyes big. I barely keep myself from reaching for the phone and 911, wondering how I'm going to make room through the living room for the ambulance gurney.
He sighs and smiles, some of the pain lines easing. "Finally that's back in place," he says. He grins at my worry and shifts his shoulder.
crack
