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XGarapanX
Senior Member

since 2008-06-19

Posts 1435
Antarctica

0 posted 2011-02-01 01:34 AM

I wrote this as a tag poem with the Topic being "Porcupine". I simply had to include the word in any way with a five minute time limit to write out the poem. I don't think I met the time limit.

Private drama unfolds lightly
in the den behind the oaken trees;
Rustling and snarling barely heard
above the noise of the twilight hosts.
The smell and colors of livid,
yet fading green
almost puts a taste
to the scene written in sounds
and in subtle movements
whose lulling cast enshrouds
the blind third eye
in deceptive reverie.

A flash of brown and black
interrupts the enchantment
for a thought,
for a revelation
of apprehensions hour
when trepidation and wonder
separate at last;
the rustle,
the tussle,
the benevolent seeming panoply
of natures evening scenes,
drawn into an alarming focused orb
as one great ball
of lightning frenzied haste.

They run as the wind,
joining the sea of trees
in her rushing waves
their feet fly Mercurial
never touching the ground,
disturbing no brush and
crushing no blade
or streaming grass.

Falling, now. Falling down
the riverbank,
breathing in water, air
and choking mud
as they crash and splash
their way to safety's bounds,
elusive.

Breathing. Gasping. Breathing.
Pensively peering behind,
skin bristling taut as a porcupine,
Waiting for the rending claws
to shatter, to spray in crimson death
and splatter their precious life
upon the brush,
loneliness and twilight make for sad
story endings.
No witnesses to tell
except the crickets in the cold trees,
and the frogs croaking merrily.
Oh silly me. Oh silly us.
Why did we venture there
irreverently?

So carelessly and so naive
to bump into a waiting heap
of muscles, claws and teeth?

It slips through the unlighted shroud
of morbid dark,
In the shadows where eyes will not look
for fear.
The shape of terror halts
just beyond the cowering fools-
Their time has come,
their time to be
away from life
and light.

Laughter.

© ·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· 2011

·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· "Look! Crumbs on his jacketses... Heeee took it!"

LaGraceLa
Member

since 2011-01-30

Posts 243
Minnesota, USA

1 posted 2011-02-01 04:56 PM

That is amazing. I love how some of the things you wrote were so simple, yet the next line could be so complex. Simply amazing.

XGarapanX
Senior Member

since 2008-06-19

Posts 1435
Antarctica

2 posted 2011-02-01 09:46 PM

Thank you, LaGrace. I'm pleased that you liked it.

·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· "Look! Crumbs on his jacketses... Heeee took it!"

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