Wednesday, March 27

Green Nightmare

The Green is creeping closer to my door.
Overnight,  the tendrils have lengthened
and their leaf tips grasp and wind tighter
round my dwelling. Escape is now impossible.
Even if I could break outside,
the blades of spear tipped grasses
would cut my feet to shreds at the first step…


50 words written for IGWRT's challenge today

20 comments:

  1. Oh! This is truly frightful! It reminds me a lot of Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper."

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    1. Thanks Charleen, but I think my words must be taken with a pinch of salt! My poor little patio is far less menacing if truth be told, but difficult to 'write dark' about in any other way...

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  2. I once had a wild dream like this... only that it turned out to be really comical. :D

    Nicely written! :)

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  3. Oh my...scary and I love the pic...very cool
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  4. Pinch of salt is fine with me ... you made your patio seem quite frightening.

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  5. I had frightening dreams before when growing up. It somehow slowly gets rid of itself. May have a lot to do with child fantasy. Nicely Jinsky!

    Hank

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  6. I had just such a dream once. Good capture.

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  7. Escape is now impossible.
    This short sentence is so well-placed in your paragraph. It creates tension in the moment. How clever of you to perceive Spring as threatening.

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  8. The poet part of you must have been channeling my back yard in your dream, Jinksy. Almost all the snow is gone, and the yard is a frightful sight, enough to give strong men nightmares. Every time I say, "Let's clean up the yard," my husband finds 10 other things that need to be done first.
    An excellent write, and you followed Mama Zen's prompt to the letter!
    K

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  9. Yikes! This is creepy! I love it!

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  10. nasty creeper that, hope it doesn't grow more when pruned

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  11. Like it . . but you're lucky, Jinsky. In my garden it's no dream!

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  12. I'd suggest stop watering the plants!

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  13. I think this is the 3rd dangerous plants poem -- very fun !

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  14. I'm sure you have an enchanting garden... doesn't EVERYBODY in England? (or is it Britian... or the UK? -- ignorant American, I don't know the difference) This does, however, read like a nightmare.

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    1. That’s a good point. Me, I stick to England, as I wasn’t born in Scotland, Wales or Ireland, and that definitely makes me English. ‘Britain’ has connotations of any old birthplace, for our multitudinous immigrants all claim to be British! The ‘United Kingdom’ tag is used to lump together England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales - usually when the rest of the word is talking about us and doesn’t have a clue about the various ‘tribes’?!

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  15. Nice, Jinsky...love the creeping descriptions and this:

    "leaf tips grasp and wind tighter
    round my dwelling."

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  16. WOW! This is terrific! I had a plant attack me once, and wrap its tendrils around my arms as I was trying to throw it down a cliff.......yoiks!

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  17. Wow - it sounds like Venus FlyTrap mixed with Zorro! (Ha!) Take care! k.

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