Tag Archives: Shadows

Shadows

Standard
Photoshoot

Source: Elaine Usdin for Magpie Tales Prompts

“This is the only way you can do it or just walk away,” Advec said setting down the camera irritated.

It was Mola’s first photo shoot, she thought the white silk wedding dress hanging next to Advec was her assignment but she had to model a frustrated landscape skirt with a ridiculous top, holding a stupid rabbit. Mola at that instant thought her model career would die before she started but her rent made her take up her place on set.

Little did Mola know that hiding in the shadows she was now creating, stood the producer of Animation Inc, very impressed with what he saw.


My interpretation of this week’s image for Magpie Tales.

Thank you for reading.

 

Advertisement

Voices Inside My Head

Standard

Nightmares

Magpie Tales Prompt


Screaming thoughts stretching my nerves
into aching arching figures which
creates shadows over mumbling.

What are they saying?
What do they want?
Why do they torment me?
Why do they mock me?

They are touching my memories,
flowing sadness into joy.
Somebody, anybody, HELP!
See them creeping closer and closer.
Nooooo, noooooo

“Noirfifre, Noirfifre, Noirfifre
wake up, wake up, wake up
you were having a nightmare, AG AIN.”

Drenching in sweat, trembling
breathing deeply, in out, in out.
It happened again.

«««««««««««««««««««««««
My first attempt at Magpie Tales weekly prompt challenge. The poem is my response/interpretation of the image featured above.

Dark Shadows Screams Demons: Trap Journey [A Sestina]

Standard
A Sestina

Source: Yelhispressing

There was a girl, eager for life journey,

With a spring in her steps, leaping shadows

Carefree of the dangers of that big dark.

She skipped and danced not knowing the demons,

were waiting for the moment that would trap

her, feeling her core with dread, wait for screams

~*~*~

that would echo through walls when she belches screams

in fright from monsters lurking in journey

with her all part of the frightening death trap.

There they cling to her sides moving shadows

with the help of despicable creatures – demons,

who love the deep abyss of that black dark.

~*~*~

Gradually the girl notice the looming dark.

Her mind trembled in fear she could feel screams

ready to explode her troubling demons

infested frame. What to do about a journey

that inhibited growth from shifting beyond shadows?

How she falls into such suffocating trap.

~*~*~

She feels the claws clamping her spirits, trap

from making the slightest positive move, dark

forces claim sovereignty over her, in shadows

she now lived with a million thoughts, the screams

of these of wretched ghosts casting shadows

eating her flesh, slowly feeding, demons

~*~*~

gather for their usual torture, demons

laughing in gaiety knowing the next trap

will inflict more headaches like a journey

of soft feet walking on needle in the dark.

She cannot bear it longer, out comes screams

of frustrations scaring some to shadows

~*~*~

moaning – like wounded dogs in need of shadows

for a rest in the shade, from demons

circling, coming closer, hear the many screams

their voices, her voices, all voices trap

in a loud crescendo of music, dark

vibrations of a deep ghostly journey.

~*~*~

These shadows relentless in their black traps.

Damn demons devouring all into dark,

whirling screams around – a mess up journey.

Post Four: National Poetry Month 2015

Today’s poem is a Sestina. “It is a poem with 39 lines. The final words of the first six lines are repeated in the other lines, in a specific pattern.” [Source: Creative Writing Now]

” The invention of the form is usually attributed to 12th century troubadour Anaut Daniel after spreading to continental Europe.” [Source: en.wikipedia.org]