Login   Sign Up 



 
Archive » Bobo » Work
Archive »  Poetry » General » Work

Nightmare.

by Bobo 

Posted: 24 November 2003
Word Count: 46
Font Size
 


Printable Version
Print Double spaced


The jagged edges of the words you said,
can-can in drunken formation
inside this head
of mine.
Can you take them back?
Prise them from my skull,
these howling banshee cries?
Imprison their wretched
carcuses,
I beg you -
hurl them beyond the edge of fright.






Favourite this work Favourite This Author


Comments by other Members



The Walrus at 18:33 on 24 November 2003  Report this post
Some pretty stark imagery here, but it works, 'jagged edges of the words you said,' 'Prise them from my skull' - disturbingly vivid. It describes something which few would be unacquainted with but most would try to forget.

Good stuff Ms B.

The Walrus
Helpful (0) Made Me Think (0) Made Me Smile (0) Pure Genius (0)

Bobo at 08:59 on 25 November 2003  Report this post
Why fankoo most kindly Ms W! Reading the words today, when my mood is somewhat lighter, I'm struck by the darkness myself! Hard to convey the thorny hostility of painful words played over and over in one's head...but glad you think it hit the spot!

Ta v'ry much,
Ms B x
Helpful (0) Made Me Think (0) Made Me Smile (0) Pure Genius (0)


To post comments you need to become a member. If you are already a member, please log in .

 






Other work by Bobo:      ...view all work by Bobo