Sunday, March 2

Predator

Big cats stalked
through childhood dreams;
they gave chase,
and I...
ran to climb trees.

My adult mind sneers.
"Lions? Imagination!"

Fearsome beasts hunt me still,
through those nights
when sleep is so unkind
as to leave me conscious
while being eaten.


Written for The Mag With thanks to Tess and Henri Rousseau.

20 comments:

  1. Oh Jinksy - that is rather harrowing!

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  2. often wondered how i would taste.

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  3. I certainly don't want to be awake when that happens! It's great and it's got a similar ending as mine this week.

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  4. Now I imagined being devoured in my sleep and awake! Nightmares..

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  5. yow! I thought of a tasty meal also!

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  6. No fun to be eaten when still conscious! Nicely Jinsky!

    Hank

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  7. To sleep, perchance to dream? Oh no!

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  8. Conscious, while being eaten.

    Nightmare of Carrie-like proportions!

    Hi Jinsky! It's been awhile...

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  9. Well, that is what I call a haunting dream..interesting..

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  10. Oh, dear.......not the way I'd chews to go!

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  11. I am sure a lot of nightmares are faint echoes , racial memories of long ago times when we were the hunted , rather than the hunter, praying for dawn .....cheers Jinksy

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  12. Sometimes sleep can be so cruel...

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  13. Now those are some scary dreams!

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  14. Cool alteration of the photo....it goes with the tenor of your poem nicely.

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  15. Oh my, such a tempting treat this is.

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  16. ahh, the last stanza is haunting. dreams...i think they leave us with all the little uncovered pieces of who we are.

    great write!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  17. Ah, what a scary dream to still haunt you to this day.

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  18. Yikes! No trees to climb here...

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