Friday, July 16, 2010

55 flash fiction friday: nightmares

Nightmares aren’t at mid-night,
but the two A.M., cold Amen
collared by the dankest sweat.

beneath the early crescent,
razor-edged, faceless
discus moon,

in the Chihuahua’s darting eyes
seen in a dream, leashed to a teen
running behind, silent cries,

not the beating rumbling waterfall
but a mid-night crushing crack
from a summer thunder roll


  1. Ooohh, very nice scary 55! Glad I read it in the sunshine of the day.

  2. give me shivers today...been a while since a dream has woken me up shaking...a couple months, lets keep it that way...smiles. nice 55!

  3. Superb. The first stanza gets it off to a cracking start. Goose-pimples already. The rest builds on it beautifully.

  4. Pretty intense 55. I am liking this. My 55 is HERE .

  5. gosh you had me scared just reading this .Nice I like it quite a bit. Nicely done.

    Old Man George
    Thanks For TheComments.
    Thanks For Reading.

  6. Dianne...
    Don't you EVER say ever again that you are not noticed or missed.
    This was fricken Genius!
    I absolutely Loved this Masterpiece of a 55.
    Thanks....I bow to your Talent Fab Di.
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End...G-Daddy

  7. shivering - glad I don't have nightmares very often...

  8. Lovely spooky poem!

    The mid-night crushing crack and summer rumble is actually at this very moment on it's way to me. Last one smashed 5 window panes. Hailstones July. Innsbruck already flooded. Aaaaarh.

    ps- Have replied to your Poetry Bus query on the PiR blog.