Unexpected...

by Lioness   Nov 28, 2011


In the hour at twelve,
with darkness at its peak;
The crescent moon
shows patches of grey
from unnoticed craters

I succumb;
the pressure to shift my body
overpowers me and -
I need to release

My awaken thoughts
are quickly overturned
by the sound of footsteps
calling out my name

Courage was not mine

Intrigued

My hands;
by no control of my own
unlocks the door, the barrier
between this stranger
and I

Darkness still surrounds
leaving all but one thing visible -
A crimson light
which makes its way to my shaken core

What is this thing I see in front of me?
A firefly?
Or perhaps Tinkerbell
finding comfort in our dwelling
before moving onto the timeless parts of
Neverland

It moves closer...

I gasp!

Then in an instant - a sigh of relief
as this stranger...

was actually my mum -
Walking towards me in the middle of the night
Pitch black
With a lit cigarette in her hand...

Good thing I was on my way to the bathroom anyways

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  • 12 years ago

    by BlueJay

    This is amazing. I agree with all that has been said so far. I love the uses of imagery and the emotions and the overall sort of story. It really is fantastic. Excellent job. 5/5 of course

  • 12 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    I loved the imagery in this piece. Your descriptions are excellent. You gave me the tools needed to set the scene out in my head.

    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    This is interesting, the imagery is amazing.
    I found it somehow humorous because I wasnt expecting it to be your mom and The bright light to be a lit cigarette. I was picturing aliens that came to abduct you, I was also expecting a girl running and screaming. It seems like I watch thrillers
    Movies. But back to the topic, I enjoyed reading it.

  • 12 years ago

    by Innocent Fairy

    Interesting and greatly worded a well written poem I loved it and was delighted to read it 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    In the hour at twelve,
    with darkness at its peak;
    The crescent moon
    shows patches of grey
    from unnoticed craters

    ^ Great way in instantly making the reader succumb your beautifully described setting. That draws so much attention.

    I succumb;
    the pressure to shift my body
    overpowers me and -
    I need to release

    ^ And that definitely gives much evidence and details about your state of body and mind. I can feel the air was so thick.

    My awaken thoughts
    are quickly overturned
    by the sound of footsteps
    calling out my name

    ^ I swear someone can think you're talking about 'Boogey Man' or some sort of a serial killer who'd swish next into your room. That's creepy *-*

    Courage was not mine

    Intrigued

    My hands;
    by no control of my own
    unlocks the door, the barrier
    between this stranger
    and I

    ^ Ah, haha.. you surprised me with your courage. I thought you'd just slip underneath your coverlets like nothing happened.. :p

    What is this thing I see in front of me?
    A firefly?
    Or perhaps Tinkerbell
    finding comfort in our dwelling
    before moving onto the timeless parts of
    Neverland

    ^ Things are getting slightly tense here, and I like that. and lollll :p someone comes into your room at night, and you think it's Tinkerbell :P ?? hahha.. I loveee it.

    Then in an instant - a sigh of relief
    as this stranger...

    was actually my mum -
    Walking towards me in the middle of the night
    Pitch black
    With a lit cigarette in her hand...

    ^ Lol, YOUR MOMMMM??? This is the least thing I expected. One would think a serial killer, a total stranger, an angel for example... but your moommm?> :p

    Good thing I was on my way to the bathroom anyways

    ^ Now that's a super sudden block at the end. I think this specific line is your center of the poem... my God, that looks so simple while reading, but I think it's so refreshing at the same time. And it kind of relates to a typical incident that would happen to anyone. !!! ;)

    Great one.

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