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Saccragast (Second Draft)

My first revision to Saccragast, let me know your thoughts on the revision below.


Tonight insomnia holds my hand, for he hunts.
In a daze I relive when I was his prey;
A theatrical drama, I wish was staged.
The play opens on the night I was snared and bagged

Act I Scene I

In darkness: musky air drowned in blood and wee;
The sack’s hairs scratched like witch talons;
With every step, as waves pound against cliffs relentlessly,
the sack crashed into his back, hard as granite;

Pain etched in broken bones, the taste of blood
but I was not alone in the sack, I was blind
still I could feel dead limbs ebbing against my life.
Whose blood wet my cracked lips? Why did I drink?

To be continued …

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Posted by on Thursday 26th September, 2013 in Poetry


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Saccragast (First Draft)

I wanted to write a bit of a scary poem about the bogeyman / sackman. I think the imagery needs some work on this poem, however the theme and essence of the poem is there. Thought I would share with you how I write. I generally write a first draft, such as, that contains the essence of the tale I want to tell in the poem. Then I will re-read it and create imagery, explore words, improve the flow and meter, add similes & metaphors, and generally just evolve it. I will share the evolution of this poem with you … so you get a little inside to how I write. Enjoy!

I lie awake tonight, for he is hunting
Once I was the hunted,
The night I was snared, fresh
Musky smells of dried blood & urine
Itchy hairs of this sack prickle my skin
No light, rocking against his back

Wide eyed I stare, crimson
Scares mark my friend
He doesn’t breathe, so
I hold my breath too

Bugs crawl under my clothes
Gnawing at my nerves,
Tasting the blood of the other
Boys mouth, and ear

A scream nearby stirs my thoughts,
Their voice is swiftly stilled
Footsteps approach, the bag opens
The night sky blankets the moon
A lifeless body collapses on me

We are lifted with ease, now moving fast
Dead eyes stare, I don’t want
To die, I will be good, too late
We have stopped, and turned
Upside down we fall

Cascading down like a rockslide
My body lands heavily on the dead
Atop of me my friend falls
He doesn’t move, he is silent

His eyes are closed, I can’t
An old man walking in shadows
At his feet I meekly grovel
“Ye shall keep” he mutters

Now each night he hunts
I lie awake, waiting to hear
The sullen thud of his meal
Each thud means I live another day

Each meal I eat I see
I see dead eyes staring
Bugs drinking bloodied ear
I taste the gristle of pointed fingers

Ma warned me of serving him
I chose to ignore her, now
Pale skinned I slave for him
For he is the Saccragast

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Posted by on Thursday 29th August, 2013 in Poetry, The Struggle Within


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A Wave

Dedicated to JP

Walking down a wide quiet street
with the sun high above,
a man approaches from a distance,
he is waving frantically.

He reminds me of poor Timmy
back at school trying to hang on till the bell
but he had to go, so he raised his hand
waving urgently to the teacher, too late.

This man is an adult though,
yet the expression is pure.
Is he not all there I muse
or just joyful to be free?

Ahead another man’s body is silent
as the waver approaches him,
fearful that this man was waving,
waving at me? Panic groans.

The waver breaks into laughter,
contagious, it is air borne,
ahead the man’s shoulders join
to the waver’s delight.

The two pass on their paths
and a brief word escapes their lips.
The waver smiles unabridged,
the other man’s stride dances

Do they know each other,
was that a charade,
or two strangers now friends
from an unbridled wave …

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Posted by on Thursday 8th August, 2013 in Poetry


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Torpor (Revision 1)

Original Torpor poem that I have revised, and tomorrow I will publish the first lines from the story with the same title (I will post the first chapter in several posts so as not to overload you with text in one hit).

Wolves unleashed by the darkened skies;
Like rapids they flow through the camp.
Stifled fires hide their hungry eyes
And the sheep fall, lost under the sleepy lamp.

Other lambs hide from the ravenous storm
And a lonely lion cub, raised by the flock,
Is uncertain that sacrifices are warm.
He wanted to fight, and not hide under a rock.

Surrounded by sheep, will the cub bleat or,
In time discover the truth and find his roar.

Story that proceeds this poem posted …


Posted by on Monday 29th April, 2013 in Poetry, The Struggle Within


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Take a Step

Shoulders sunken you stand out
Lining the cliff edge’s fall,
Push aside the fear that binds you.
Take a single step forward to the void,
And rise from the shadows of loss.

Stop wading in the depths of despair,
Plunge into the masked shallows.
Tides wave to cliff walls each day,
So emerge on the sandy shores
In golden sun, you will see me.

Your smile lost in murky waters
Hid by fear’s shadow. Be with me
Together a beacon of light,
We will shine for ever on the path
By cliff walls clouded in doubts.

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Posted by on Thursday 20th September, 2012 in Poetry


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Tears swell as the dream ebbs,
Breath quickens to the end.
Heart filled with dread
Eyes wide open, fearing darkness.

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Posted by on Thursday 5th April, 2012 in Poetry


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