OH HARK 19
There were weird wonders wreathed in the wilderness wide.
Was something sinister lurking in the jungle wild?
To her left was a brook which boisterously bubbled
To her right stood a man, shabby and stubbled .
Her brow troubled , she glanced at this man hook nosed .
Who with a wave of his hand , a question posed .
"Where goest thou?" He asked in a voice which was furry.
"Tarry a while, why be in such a hurry?"
Who was this man spewing archaic English
Alas, under these obsolete horrors would she soon perish?
Ignoring the shabby and hook nosed man
She shuffled forward with an expression deadpan.
Near the brook sat another man fishing for trout
garbed in a cloak ,in his fishing tackle a bait stout.
Inquisitively he eyed her , in his eyes a warning lurked
oblivious to the warning , she walked on, suddenly perked.
As she headed towards a thick tangle of undergrowth
The eyes of the man followed her, and he quoth
"doth your father know you are in the jungle?
Come back ,do not go there, you might bungle".
Ignoring the fisherman's warning, onward she headed
In her curdled brain many perplexing thoughts embedded.
A man sat crooning his wares on a ramshackle chair
His head crowned by a shock of black hair.
She could see stacks of hay peeping from a nearby barn
The man talked on , trying to impress her by his yarn.
"We offer a host of smoothies flavoured
I am sure this dish you have not savoured."
"Exquisite sandwitch served here", said a hoarding on the wall
She almost had a vision of a witch made of sand, things were droll.
"And yes, there is still more on the platter
And a plethora of desserts with no fear of getting fatter.
There are chocolates and caramel and Mexican cuisine
And an assorted variety of salads luscious green
How about some iced tea, and lemon tart
Is it not worthy of a mouthwatering start?"
His eyes rolled around in their sockets
As the chill increased he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
The trees suddenly looked like hurricane lamps
As though hiding in their foliage bright eyed tramps.
"Trick or treat", a boy hopped out from behind a tree clump
Raced towards her and then sat on a stump.
In a ghostly scenario she found herself trapped
No bird flapped its wings , on her shoulder someone tapped.
Was something sinister lurking in the jungle wild?
To her left was a brook which boisterously bubbled
To her right stood a man, shabby and stubbled .
Her brow troubled , she glanced at this man hook nosed .
Who with a wave of his hand , a question posed .
"Where goest thou?" He asked in a voice which was furry.
"Tarry a while, why be in such a hurry?"
Who was this man spewing archaic English
Alas, under these obsolete horrors would she soon perish?
Ignoring the shabby and hook nosed man
She shuffled forward with an expression deadpan.
Near the brook sat another man fishing for trout
garbed in a cloak ,in his fishing tackle a bait stout.
Inquisitively he eyed her , in his eyes a warning lurked
oblivious to the warning , she walked on, suddenly perked.
As she headed towards a thick tangle of undergrowth
The eyes of the man followed her, and he quoth
"doth your father know you are in the jungle?
Come back ,do not go there, you might bungle".
Ignoring the fisherman's warning, onward she headed
In her curdled brain many perplexing thoughts embedded.
A man sat crooning his wares on a ramshackle chair
His head crowned by a shock of black hair.
She could see stacks of hay peeping from a nearby barn
The man talked on , trying to impress her by his yarn.
"We offer a host of smoothies flavoured
I am sure this dish you have not savoured."
"Exquisite sandwitch served here", said a hoarding on the wall
She almost had a vision of a witch made of sand, things were droll.
"And yes, there is still more on the platter
And a plethora of desserts with no fear of getting fatter.
There are chocolates and caramel and Mexican cuisine
And an assorted variety of salads luscious green
How about some iced tea, and lemon tart
Is it not worthy of a mouthwatering start?"
His eyes rolled around in their sockets
As the chill increased he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
The trees suddenly looked like hurricane lamps
As though hiding in their foliage bright eyed tramps.
"Trick or treat", a boy hopped out from behind a tree clump
Raced towards her and then sat on a stump.
In a ghostly scenario she found herself trapped
No bird flapped its wings , on her shoulder someone tapped.
The plot thickens! Love your words...:)
ReplyDeleteHave become addicted to the daily dose of the wonderful way you unfold the story piece by piece.
ReplyDeleteI like how you weave ordinary details and transpose them against the sinister elements... the contrast really makes this even stronger... like the sandwich, the hay, the hurricane lamps, the food list... all tangible items we can picture... and they form a nice backdrop for this evilness weaving through the story that doesn't have a structure or a name... at least yet... so it makes a nice combination to keep the reader drawn in... Looking forward to 20!
ReplyDeleteLike recently, I again agree with Lisa.
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