this is a night of werewolves
When it is a late cold night and you can't sleep, and you decide to update your blog, but it gets kind of boring and you click on social media instead...
photo by chrystel-lux
image from morguefile.com
this is a night of werewolves
outside, the night is oily with shadows
the rain smacking their cold hands
on my window panes.
faintly a woman's scream
from the opposite apartment block.
it could not be another murder,
i wonder.
just this morning yeah
there was one splashed
all over the papers.
people are getting stressed
grabbing kitchen knives
and not just for cooking.
then again this is most likely
some mother shouting at the kid.
always happening.
in my room, dark, shadows silent on walls,
only the light from the monitor screen.
i should have known better.
should not have clicked on youtube.
not on a night like this.
top 10 world's unsolved mysteries.
20 mysterious photos that should not exist.
why Vlad was called the impaler.
should have known better.
20/11/2014
**********
This is a night of evenly spaced-
out escalators. This is a night of werewolves.
*
from “This is a Night of Evenly Spaced-Out Escalators” by Zachary Schomburg
I was inspired by the lines from the above poem (and some idle web surfing on a late night). This is a prompt from the Bibliomancy Oracle. It can work in dark ways.
Shared on Poetry Pantry #263 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015
image from morguefile.com
this is a night of werewolves
outside, the night is oily with shadows
the rain smacking their cold hands
on my window panes.
faintly a woman's scream
from the opposite apartment block.
it could not be another murder,
i wonder.
just this morning yeah
there was one splashed
all over the papers.
people are getting stressed
grabbing kitchen knives
and not just for cooking.
then again this is most likely
some mother shouting at the kid.
always happening.
in my room, dark, shadows silent on walls,
only the light from the monitor screen.
i should have known better.
should not have clicked on youtube.
not on a night like this.
top 10 world's unsolved mysteries.
20 mysterious photos that should not exist.
why Vlad was called the impaler.
should have known better.
20/11/2014
**********
This is a night of evenly spaced-
out escalators. This is a night of werewolves.
*
from “This is a Night of Evenly Spaced-Out Escalators” by Zachary Schomburg
I was inspired by the lines from the above poem (and some idle web surfing on a late night). This is a prompt from the Bibliomancy Oracle. It can work in dark ways.
Shared on Poetry Pantry #263 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015
posted by dsnake1 at 5:55 PM
16 Comments:
Ah, sometimes late at night one's imagination gets the best of a person. Some of this poem sound quite nightmarish. Hopefully all was better in the light of day.
oh yes, it does. especially on a rainy night. :)
Just wonderful. This captures the world we live in, the eeriness of late night sounds and screams, and the glow of the screen - to perfection!
thank you, Sherry.
i was having too much time on my hands when i wrote this. :)
Ha! This is a very accurate take on what goes on late at night when far too many of us get sucked into surfing on the web! Enjoyed this tale :-)
Ooh, yes, we do these things to ourselves, don't we, even though we should know better. LOL. Thanks for introducing me to the Bilbliomancy Oracle.
C.C.
:D
thank you!
Rosemary,
curiosity kills the cat. :)
i learned about the Bilbliomancy Oracle from one of the editions of NaPoWriMo, when it was featured as one of the prompt sites.
This is such a gripping piece! Well penned :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Well I think the net crawling - or night crawling - summoned up a magical poem!
ooops the kitchen knives gave me some chilling moments and the mother image relieved me...really late nights breathe their own mystery....
Sanaa,
"gripping piece"? thank you!
Jae,
more like night crawling... :)
Sumana,
:)
really, late nights breathe their own mystery. as the apartment blocks are quite close, sounds tend to be amplified and be heard clearly in the still of the night.
Our minds can definitely run a muck. Especially at night when everything else seems to rest. I enjoyed your imagery in this. Nicely done.
"It was a dark and stormy night" seems to be the theme.
Torie,
thank you.
i used to write best late at night, when everything seems to be quiet and resting. but lately it's surfing and video games. need to get back to writing. :)
G L,
oh, "good grief!" :)
It's definitely a fine piece, full of the late-night mystery we all fear and yet we are attracted to. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
thanks for the visit. :)
human nature, it's all very contradictory, isn't it? maybe that's why we survived so long. :)
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