Friday, October 22, 2010

Big Tent Poetry prompt

Revenge
by Laurie Kolp

midnight looms on soiled ground
as fog descends from high
a blackbird swoops
through split pea soup
when full moon fills the sky
seeking revenge
from long ago
on those bigots
who drug him to his grave
before his time
and
left
him
there
to die

the blackbird
now a monster
storms forth
winding his way
through the headstones
edging closer to his prey
closer
closer
until
~SNAP~
everything is dark again
tomato soup starts to thicken
the soiree now begins

8 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

Like this...


caricatures of vultures

And do get aboard the Poetry Train every Monday
mornings and thereafter!

flaubert said...

Laurie,
Nicely done to the prompt.
Pamela

Mary said...

Oh, Laurie, this is truly chilling!

vivinfrance said...

Eerie stuff. I'm glad I've never experienced tomato soup fog!

Deb said...

Rhyming is such a great way to invoke terror. Well done, and a belated welcome to the Tent!

nan said...

I sense a morbid justice in this revenge -- never sweet.

LKHarris-Kolp said...

Thanks everyone!

Derrick said...

There's definitely a chill in this! Apart from the warming tomato soup that is! :0)