Sunday, July 24, 2016

Boots / Tea Ceremony Pt. 2

Tea Ceremony Pt. 1 

"Experience is the key."  - Sen No Rikyu

The killer wears boots.
You can tell by his tracks;
a wolfway saunter,
he never looks back.
Walking with dawn
and a moon barely gone
to call upon
Father and Mother.

Father! he calls from just inside the door.
No answer; he'd flayed father
two nights before.
But is that a whimper -
upstairs, second floor -
or just noise inside his head?
Erotic noise inside his head.

I'm coming, Mother, the killer said.

Note:  I wrote a rather ghoulish piece (see link above) for the first tea ceremony prompt, so when it came up again at Real Toads, I couldn't resist doing a follow-up.  Forgive me, Magaly; the flesh is weak.  Today's nod to the "The End" by The Doors was inspired by a comment that Shay left on my original poem.

If you're not completely sick of me yet, I have a new poem up at Enclave for the #FINALPOEMS series.  Check it out; I'd love to know what you think!

12 comments:

piano warm said...

I am literally getting up, right now, to do a happy dance over this. Once again, thank you for existing.

Fireblossom said...

" a wolfway saunter"...oh hell yeah.

You already know how much I love your poem you linked to, Kelli. Much the amazing.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This delves into the parts of the human psyche we'd rather ignore, or pretend does not exist.. there is something of archetype here - an Oedipus character - the uprising, one generation against the other.
It is quite chilling.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Steeped in atmosphere, and spooky. I love your poem at Enclave, especially "I've known the loss, forever, of much that I've adored" and very much love the closing lines. Beautiful, Kelli.

Magaly Guerrero said...

No apologies are needed when you are providing a boot-wearing killer with an "Erotic noise [of possible torture] inside his head." I blame it all on watching too much Dexter. Or Hannibal, possibly.

Sioux said...

Kelli--The poem you linked us to--gorgeous. Powerful. ("...to twine myself with you." Too many phenomenal lines in such a short poem, which means just about every line is a gem.

(And I like dark poems. Like Magaly, I was a Dexter fan.)

Margaret said...

Creepy vibes up my backbone. You've always got what it takes.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Puts me in mind of 'Psycho'.

Stacie Eirich said...

OH...oh. If I wasn't awake this morning, this poem cured me of that. Oh what a dark dream you took us on. I never would have thought of responding to the prompt in this way - chilling. And satisfying. Thanks for sharing, Mama!

Rommy said...

So chilling and compelling. I love the mood you've created.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Ew, gross. Wait, I didn't say I didn't like it. I just like gross things sometimes. Loved this and its author.

hedgewitch said...

Bringing the grue, as only you can do. There's a killer on the road, and here it's the readers mind squirming like a toad i an effort to escape.