Yarned to sheets, I’m tethered tight
I’m wound around a trigger cocked
I’m footfalls in the dead of night
I’m horseman-pale, I’m key & lock
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January 23.
Yarned to sheets, I’m tethered tight
I’m wound around a trigger cocked
I’m footfalls in the dead of night
I’m horseman-pale, I’m key & lock
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
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Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now I’m wondering if all this tension is going to explode in your prompt for next week…
Yikes, again. The horseman-pale worries me. Maybe you need to come to California for a visit!
😉 I promise next week I will be writing sweet poems..
Maybe this one IS secretly sweet. It’s all in how you look at it.
It’s sweet like chillied honey
Spicy-sweet is better than sugar-sweet, if you ask me.
This is definitely a tight composition, Bjorn!
Horse-man pale? Guess the guy was riding too fast for his horse. I rode my horse, Minnie, to high school for my copies to two years. Minnie protected me from myself.
I will be waiting to see what your prompt will be about. Two things: 1) it will be good, and 2) I will like it. 🙂
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The word “copies” has no place here and I didn’t put it there. Evidently the IPad fever is hot again. I cannot remember what in the world I could have asked it to do.
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I was referring to the forth rider of apocalypse…
This is fabulous, Bjorn.
Love the rhythm in this.
I’m horseman-pale, I’m key & lock
One is already in a control situation having the keys to decide either way.
Hank
This plunged me in from the first word – which is fantastic – so atmospheric..gothic perhaps? I hear that hush being whispered and warned and feel the woman wrapped tight..
Certainly one to avoid. How effective your writing is in this mind picture.
Nice tight little piece Bjorn 🙂
Excellent write.
This small piece is a lovely distillation of brooding and foreboding. Discomfiting imagery in an artful package.
Steve K.
You are a tease! Seriously, I like the feel of this poem. Drama, intrigue and a little humor?
Bjorn – the foretelling of bad times as darkness settles in. You do enjoy these dark pieces. Images of this scare me a bit. I guess it is the way I am wired.
I am a bit curious about this next challenge of yours?
🙂 sit tight..
Another fabulous poem with few words…but those words have such a dramatic effect. Love that first line! Wow!
Intriguing poem indeed seems more to come.
Each word honed to perfection….especially I’m key and lock.
ooh, loved these gothic images, of assassins and ninjas and death…
the rhymes really heightens the tension. 🙂
This is intriguing. I’m so curious. I liked reading this, it made me want more.
Dark and gripping lines!
This is way cool, Bjorn!
Tight write–waiting for the other shoe to drop from the tension
I like it very much…wish I had written it!
Pale rider – I thought of Clint Eastwood, knowing it was one of the horsemen of the apocalypse, but he still brought death to that wretched little town. Tight write….key and lock, life and death, trigger cocked – and ready to explode in spite of the quiet words and gothic atmosphere.
This is just terrific, Bjorn–I think of the Katherine Anne Porter story, pale horse, pale rider–I think that is about a sickness, but of course, the gun business is a sickness too. k.
oh yes! and way to multi-prompt!!
I could see the notions in your poem here and feel sad about it. It’s the “yarned to sheets” and the “key and lock” to whom I relate so well. Life does get better though cause I’ve lived a zig-zag one all my life.
Tight, concise, and filled with a haunting dread. Good stuff,
Elizabeth
Yikes. More nightmares. Such dread here. “I’m key and lock” is telling.
Very tight. All I can think of is “click.”
That repetition of I’m is so effective here. It oddly brings the read into the poem… which is off-putting because this is such a disturbing piece!
To be both “key and ” is perplexing or maybe just plain creative
Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime this week
much love…
Perfect, short, crisp images that strike like a knife–I can’t tell you how good I think this is Bjorn–thanks for making my poetic morning and thanks also for your encomium on my sonnet–from you, the consummate sonneteer, that is praise indeed.
I can feel disaster in the making…
I’m pretty sure I’m reading this wrong but the image won’t go away. So–I’m picturing one of the horsemen of the apocalypse. The second line cinched it in my head and the last about the “horseman-pale” just reinforces it in my mind. I read too many comic books as a teenager and I’m seeing the horseman death as rendered by one of the greats–a great poem. Sorry if I missed the poetic boat.
Biblical with a dash of Edgar Allen Poe. I like it! It’s very moody, like deep winter itself.
awesome juxtaposition betwixt title and piece.