Friday, October 05, 2012

I Hold The Fork



I hold the fork
Tight, am hungry
As I wait for lunch
Coming my way, stepping
On the dark cold marbled floor

Hearing footsteps, I hide
Behind the low veil
To catch you unaware
As I glide across your veins
The red juice satisfying my thirst
Flowing across my incensed lips

Cutlery in place, Time now right
This is going to be a big festive night
Your beats coming closer
The sweet scent waltzing with the wind
I am prepared, I am ready

And

Here you come

Here you come

HERE YOU C
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                    M
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66 comments:

  1. When I first saw the photograph, I thought, Wow ! It could be interpreted in so many ways... great photographer Woodman was at such a young age. Anyway, your interpretation looks convincing too, that of a person who needs to settle some scores, if I am not wrong.
    have a nice day !

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  3. dark and interesting....great write.....!

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  4. A little like Poe? Hitchcock? ~ well penned ~ (A Creative Harbor) ~ thanks for coming by and commenting ^_^

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  5. Wow, really dark, what a daunting task serving the meal must be. I like the sound of the beats and the scent in the wind and the crazy part about the festive night. Makes me think of Mary Reilly and Jekyll and Hyde.

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  6. Very deep! Well penned :-)

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  7. His beats stimulate my imagination.

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  8. a sinister gloom prevails. Is it supposed to be that way?

    ✗ℴ✗ℴ ♡

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  9. love the ending.

    a very creative tale,
    masterful delivery.

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  10. Honstly, Mr. Green Speck, I am not sure how to interprete this piece, but I feel that it might be about survival at any cost ... like a preditor animal has to live too and does what he has to do in order to survive ... or like my family ... when I was young, we travelled a lot between Danmark and Greece since we where gypsies ... we bought, we took, we stole food in those times ... Greece is in so much financial trouble right now, but in Greece (Naphlion) the people fed me without ever questioning me and my heritage ... I was only 5 years old back then ... I will never forget their kindness. This might be toally beside the point of your poem ... sorry if it is ... Love, cat.

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    1. I love reading your comments, about your life experiences. Thanks for visiting :-)

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  11. Sounds like a vampire about to feast.... Yuck! LOL
    Gripping read :)

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    1. Thank You buddy ... your comments always motivate me :-)

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  13. Sharp, crisp, pungent - in a word, threatening. Good work.

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  14. Oh..I really liked the story, is it a human or bloodthirsty vampire? True story or you just made it?
    Its good anyway!

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    1. I just made up and wrote what came to my mind at that point :-P

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  15. towering lines,

    quite inventive writing.

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  16. I reallt like how this turns after the first pargraph. Good job.

    /Avy

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  17. Great write ... absorbing, tinged with darkness.

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  18. Beautiful poetry. Every line captivated me from start to finish.

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  19. Yikes....eerily well penned!

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  20. Dark and delicious...like chocolate...or maybe I should say blood...

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  21. That last solid stanza is the strongest. Smooth words, vivid images.

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  22. powerful wrap up.

    keep your creative juice dripping.

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  23. very powerful poem. Thank you for sharing
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