fingerling, brackish, noctum, cirrus, centipede, cthulhu, malachite
Tiny Finglerling sitting by the brackish water
Thought he saw a piece of malachite.
From a car nearby a radio blasted –
‘Liberty in Death’ by Noctum.
Poor Fingerling felt at a loss …
And pulling his white beard he pondered.
When,
A centipede crawled from the slimy swamp
Followed by that star-spawn – Cthulhu.
Shuddering the gnome wondered
If he’d ever live to see the morrow
And walk again under the warm sun
Admiring the wispy patterns of cirrus clouds.
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I love the last two lines!
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Thanks .-)
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Poor Fingerling! Vulnerable. Lovely tale. I like its flow.
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No gnome should have to go through that sort of thing … glad you enjoyed the poem Gabrielle.
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Ha… very much like Lewis Carol… must say it’s kind of sweet despite the angst of the poor fingerling.
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Unfortunately .. I’ve never ben able to write proper “dark” stories .. there’s always some sugar in them … sigh.
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Poor fingerling!!! I’d be freaking out too — and that’s even without Cthulhu! 🙂
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I agree … the centipede would have been enought for me … or maybe even that bit of music.
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Enjoyed your tale, light-hearted enough in the scary moments.
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Thanks … 🙂
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