-Vampire Zombie
grieving by the candles
a treasure lost – the sun
to learn to live in darkness
and walk the cemetery’s gravel path
was to be her soulless destiny –
the tavern was her doom
this prodigal girl did find
in a roar of thundery brimstone
she passed from her daily life
leaving her forever longing
for the rushing stream at dawn.
© G.sk. ‘15
grieving, candles, treasure, sun, learn, gravel, tavern, prodigal, find, roar, longing, rushing
Sunday’s Whirligig
Written for Sunday’s Whirligig and Photo Challenge #60 at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
I like how this poem works so nicely with the image Georgia. Very well done.
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Thanks Micheal … the words seemed to suit the image for me. 😉
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The sadness brought by alcohol is well portrayed here.
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Cool … love your interpretation Vivi!
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This laps like waves…a gentle permeating sadness which in itself is beautiful…although retreating into any underground is so very hard to work your way out of..
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Thanks Jae Rose … a lovely comment and yes, once one’s retreated into any underground it is difficult to work ones way out … in this case I’m afraid she won’t be able to work her way out at all …
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It is shame that does it. Better to think straight and say I can bounce back and start over. The picture was great indeed.
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Hello Hank .. the picture was a photo prompt, and the title is Vampire Zombie which is the key to the poem …
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Ambiguous ending in those last two lines – not sure if it ends happily or not – that lost treasure of the sun – and then the dawn. Did she escape her soulless doom?
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I’m afraid Mr. Walker that she will long for the stream of dawn … she’s become a Vampire Zombie .. which was the title of the Photo Challenge that inspired the poem.
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Actually, that wasn’t the title of the image – it was the name of the artist – but it doesn’t matter – for you weren’t the only one to interpret it as such – so no worries. 😀
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Oh! Interesting … thanks for telling me! As there was no link with the photo I thought that that was the title! Not worried at all but a little disorientated now wondering what the title would have been! 😉
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The title – according to the artist – is “Catching the Rain…” and according to the prompt’s author, it was “Still”
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Ah … as you can see, I only really got hooked on the photo … Thanks MJ … for the info!
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no problems – I had to search it out for myself before answering the prompt
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LOL … good girl … that’s called dedication!
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LOL – no, more like curiosity 😉
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A great thing to have in this case 🙂
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A sad tale. Such an apt interpretation of the photo. Well done.
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Thanks Peggygoetz! I think it’d be terrible to be a vampire and a zombie as well!
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I love the way you have combined the 2 prompts – it flows with ease and a darkness that is interesting, given the watery nature of the photo. Really fascinating and great wordle use. 😀
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Thanks MJ … I saw the photo and looked at the wordle more or less at the same time and they seemed to go together. Glad you enjoyed it!
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The tavern was my uncle’s doom too. He drank himself to death at a very young age, leaving behind two small sons. Your poem brought him to mind, even though I haven’t thought of him for many years.
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I think alcohol is just a pernicious as any other drug and can lead to a terrible life, not only for the alcoholic, but for their family as well. Unfortunately my father was an alcoholic and died alone.
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Ah you clever one!! The words flow so well with this photo. Bravo, ma chère
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Thanks so much Oliana .. glad you liked it!
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