Polka Dot Cinquain continuation blah blah blah....

...those who don't know or have forgotten, a cinquain's

scheme is such: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2.

& it doesn't need to ryhme...

give it it a try sometime.

Now I
Needing a drink
Once that I realize
That Jack and I are one the same
Our Eyes

Seeing
Inside myself
The past is now so clear
Atrocities stowed deep within
Hold dear

The knife
What drew my blood
The blade shone with the light
Of moonlight twinkling in the night
Above.

Our eyes
Not yet aligned
They saw two separate things
One saw a frightened girl alone
With rings

The pair
Inside my head
Looking back to the house
Scurried oer the flaking panes like
A mouse

Now I
Venture among
Pictures that float before
My face that merge like polka dots
And more

Collections
That I have kept
Inside that house of pain
Need adding to so here I go
Again...

Theme Thursday, A Late Cinquain ending?

Coming
Into my wits
The pieces start to click
The knife wound in my side was mute,
Pain quit.

Nowhere

Was Jack to be,

He'd meshed inside you see

It's plain to know he always was

Part me.

This house

I stumbled on

I'd lost my way within

A Dante's home where I would pay

My sin.

Now my
Guarded secret
My other half interred
Was working to break free of me
Alert.

Fireflies
Buzz around me
They led me to a hole
A passageway to who knows where,
My soul?

Before /I scramble out/
I reach up to my right/
From there I take a jar contains/
One eye.

I'm Jack/
I say to I /
And now this house I know;/
It's where I've brought my souvenirs/
For show.

Somewhere
A stranger stands
Not knowing what her fate
Or that her Jack is lurking near--
I'm late!

....is this the horrible ending, or just a mistake? For past episodes look under 'cinquain' over to the right on the sometin' sometin' sidebar. Or >click<

Thursday...already?

Madness, say thy name!

And the cinquain continues…for those who not know or remember, the structure of a cinquain is 2 syllables, 4, 6, 8 and then 2 again. The verse does not need to rhyme, but why not! This is part 4 or 5...the last installment is here.

I dreamed
I’m in a room
and all the things I kept,
with my collection of keepsakes
I slept.

Awake…
Open my eyes
And there behind my back
His arms raised high above his head
Was Jack.

Away
He did not see
That I had come about
And while he wove about a knife
I shout.

Attack
And so I did,
As he was unaware
Even before I had my wits
The scare!

Whirling
Jack spun about
Ethereal he glowed
And into my hurling body
He flowed.

The blade
That Jack once held
Protruded from my side
And as he was nowhere to see
I’d hide.

This ache
Was quite intense
Fell back upon the floor
Retracted knife out from my rib
And roared.

It’s strange
Then how I felt,
The soreness quickly passed
The lightening bugs flew back to me
At last.

I gazed
About the room
The shelves nailed on the wall,
And everywhere were bottles, jars,
All full.

Touching
My collection,
The odors in my place
The memories I had of her,
Her face….

Wild & Crazy !!!!!

further adventures in Cinquain Madness !!!

‘Beware’
I heard that voice;
It warned me once before.
But once I tried it would not budge,
The door.

In fear
I spun about
Some exit must be near
Try as I might I could not see
It clear.

So old,
A stained glass pane
Through it I spied a porch
Playing among the shrubs grown wild
A child.

Somehow
I’d spun around;
The front was now the back
The boy offered his hand and said
‘I’m Jack’.

Against
The glass I laid
My sweating palm ‘hello’
And as his hand was placed near mine
It glowed.

I took
The boy for real,
Or feral at the least
Living wild in this derelict,
A beast.

Crazy
I have to be
I’m seeing things for sure
Now the boy comes through the window
Bonjour.

Panic
Again I swoon,
The specter’s grin bequeath
And flesh dissolves around his skull
And teeth.

Nothing
I see my life
Flash right before my eyes.
And right before I hit the floor
Fireflies.

one entire wild page
from the sketchbook of 'whazat!?'
(click to enlarge)

Beginning in the middle, Theme Thursday!

...where we left off:

Falling,
I reach-ed out
felt vainly to the rail,
tho the banister was absent-
oh woe!

...& now:

Tumble

from the landing

turned downside up I bounced

equilibrium in a funk,

I gasp.

Now I

am beginning

to fear for my own life

reaching the bottom of the stair

to stop.

Up top

holding his sides

my shadow's belly laugh

fills the well until the sunbeam

subsides.

Again

the curtain parts

sending my ill shadow

back to my aching prostate form,

benign.

Get up

from creaking boards

the door is just in sight,

my Nostrodomic enlarger

implodes!

Aha!

a voice peals out

as a sharp steeple bell;

'beware' intones the threatening

menace.

Beware,

and so I do

to make for the front door

which stands ajar for reaching there;

it slams.

The end

of the horror

it seems is not to be,

but it's only the beginning,

you see!

A New Cinquain, Theme Thursday!

Presents

for you right now

a continuation

of former post Rooftop Cinquain

enjoy:

I froze

As some devil-

-Ish feeling like fingers

Brushed over my skin into my

Innards.

Thru the

window stood the

evil menacing 'goyle

so 'twas no escape out that way

knew I.

And just

as I felt my

deepest despair, the cloud

cover broke and a ray melted

my fear.

Still yet,

cautious I turned

to flee this hellish hole

just to see that light had made my

Shadow!

Evil

as this house was,

a thing so benign as

a Shadow now became a threat

to all.

I did

scramble away

finding the staircase whole

encountering no resistance

this time.

Egad!

For from behind

I felt a wisp of dusk,

and as I set my foot upon

the tread...

My dark

doppelganger

materialized there;

so tripped I did upon my own

dark foot.

Falling,

I reach-ed out

felt vainly to the rail,

tho the banister was absent-

oh woe!