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The Lakeside Shed of Bocephous Jones (Holloween repost from years ago) |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
In the hour long of night And shy of day When neither moon nor sun Shine so bright Cold stretches out its ghostly tendrils To enfold a valley home There, slowly taking hold Strangling every sound to silence It seeks the lakeside shed of Bocephous Jones Sixty-some years Bo’s known the fog And in their time, father and grand Each knew the chill of this same hour. The morning’s silence echoes countless years Where no ripple roams the shore Stillness presides A mirror of mist And grave reflections Bo doesn’t like to swim. Mornings before the sun Bo brews his joe with a touch of grain Loads equal amount to his flint And takes his black comfort against the chill To stand rocking chair vigil on his porch with Dog. All is quiet in that hour. Slowly Memories seep in like mist Shadows to shade the soup And Bo thinks of wife Lorraine Who bore son Lonnie Both gone now Gone a’swimmin’ Lonnie to the lake two winters past Lorraine more seasons than Bo can count But Bo’s got nowhere to go And the fog gets thicker each passing year Bo’s not usually prone to the call But memories drip thick this morning Each a weight in the waters of regret Dragging him down Deeper and deeper Through the murky depths of despair Like a syrup steeped in sadness And self destruction If not for Dog he’d have drown A warning bark breaks the binds of memory And Bo swims back to shore Where he wakes with a jolt Wet with sweat Spilt coffee And something like lake water Bo knows how close he came Dog gives a Dog look Bo returns a Bo look With a scratch that says “Thanks!” And turns his gaze to the white haze Bo knows he almost went a’swimmin’ It’ll be a two-bone bowl for Dog this day Plucking O’Betsy from the porch Bo takes aim at nothing And everything Pulls back the hammer And triggers a new day With a flash pan spark of sound That shouts at the sun As it peeks over the mountain tops Black powder smoke and daylight Drive the ghosts From shed and valley Chasing them back through Passes and canyons To their elderich home Sealed away for another day But tomorrow brings another chance In this age old game And Bo looks tired and wet The lake never sleeps |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Absolutely magnificent... this is a perfection! I really really enjoyed... truly captivating, as it pulls the reader along in fascination... it`s so deliciously creepy, in an understated voice that fits perfectly, so that the reader is unaware of the N, but simply absorbed into the story. . Fabulous ending, too. I`m fawning. . Thanks for sharing this~ Amaryllis |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Thanks Amaryllis... This has always been one of my personal favorites. I thought I might drag it up from the archives for this particular day. Hope yall don't mind. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
a fitting repost indeed! along with the other two it tells a story without slepping the reader across the face, leaving room for imagination and the imagery you use to set a mood as well as a scene. good stuff sir.... |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Cpat Hair: I bow to you and yours in gratitude for your kind words. I'm glad that it reads like a story. I too, like the feel of this one. I've always preferred the horror you can't see to the in-your-face blood and guts of today's horror movies. Today's horror seems to be more about how gross and vile can we make it, instead of developing the true subtleties of the genre. I guess it goes hand-in-hand with the instant gratification needs of today’s generation. Again, thanks for the read and write. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
A fine tale indeed. You have a knack for holding the reader`s interest. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Earl: Glad you enjoyed. Thanks for the read and write. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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