40 responses to “There is plenty to suck”

1. Oh my. Very creepy. Well written … but creepy.

2. Always a good read.

3. Yikes, Monsieur Kafka. Your imagination parallels, if not rivals his.

4. Sounds king of good that it’s lost in the daytime! Pretty scary! k.

5. I really like the idea of night being a cockroach hiding & the idea that the keys to night are always lost. You are definitely a master of nightmare poems, Bjorn!

6. A classic nightmare, this, and you pile horror upon horror.

7. Brilliantly dark and visually stunning! I love this:

   “My night has weight of wings
   it’s both the succubus
   and clustered claws.”

   One can feel that weight!

   Thank you, for such an excellent challenge!

8. Terrifying, how even while awake the nightmare is hovering around the speaker, waiting for the dark of sleep… I wonder how this affects his days.

9. Some fabulous images in this. Love how you seem to make the nightmares the reality, and daylight is almost the dream that takes you away from the reality

10. I think I might just sit up a while tonight, if you don’t mind.

11. Beautifully haunting! 🙂

12. light is scabs for scars… i just kept going back to that line…terrific!

13. It is almost as though you were accepted by the succubus and survived…lucky you. My guess is you had fun writing this piece.

14. Wow, I shivered as I read this….great write, Björn

15. The end line is divine – like coming to the end of that siren call – so hypnotic i swayed through the darkness..smiling in a way! ‘she ties
    my tongue and skeins my throat’ – what a great line..nothing sucks in this poem 😉

16. dumbstruck for words of praise – from the scabs of days to the threat of night with unlocked doors – not a superfluous word anywhere!

17. Night portrayed as a cockroach is a particularly delightful image, although I would have preferred a cricket! 😉

18. The true feel of nightmare here, Bjorn, but with a very light and sure touch that makes it stand the hairs up on the back of my neck–I especially like the lyric opening which seems so innocently beautiful and descriptive, and the closing lines really know how to move in for the kill. Thanks for a great challenge.

19. I love those first 2 stanzas and the metaphors you employ.

20. Synchronicity at play today, as I had a very strange dream last night. One never knows what the night will bring…You captured the darkness

21. Now that is a scary poem….night as a cockroach…ewww! Your images have me thankful for the light of day!

22. Night is like a hiding cockroach… that line really grabbed me, and I could see this little thing lurking, hiding somewhere, just waiting to come out. Some great, vivid, dark, and disturbing images, but all very poetic.

23. Yikes! Good thing the keys are lost!

    The third line is my favorite. Actually, you should take that line and use it in a new poem about something totally different. Wouldn’t that make a cool prompt? To repurpose a line of your own poetry, completely changing the meaning? Yeah. That would be really neat.

24. Whew!

25. WOW! A fantastic write, so many great lines……..the paper wall for mares, the ropes pretending to be sheets, and the weight of wings and clustered claws. Amazing writing.

26. scary!!!

    thanks for dropping by my Sunday Lime today

    much love…

27. I read your poem this morning after a restless night and it struck a chord – the difference between day and night. Your description of night as a succubus must be very easy for an insomniac to relate to, as well as one plagued by nightmares.
    (I thought I had commented from my tablet, so I apologize for visiting so late.)

    • Maybe an incucbus …. I often wake from nightmares, and after writing this I had one of my worst nights in years.

28. A wonderful write!!! The night time, nightmare world!

29. Very well written 🙂

30. Whew! Guess I’ve missed a nightmarish prompt! I loved especially the disguise of the sheets, so unexpected and booby trapped. And I loved the opening of Pandora’s box–what a way to describe nightfall! Beautifully done. Happy Birthday, Bjorn.

31. I like dark, even love it–especially when it is done this well–

32. “keys to night are always lost” – awesome line – layered, thought provoking and yes: about as haunting a line of poetry as I have ever read.

33. I’ve heard of the succubi. they have long fingernails and are very curvy but total shadow-like. lol. just getting into the mood of your poem Bjorn. hahaha, interesting write.

34. Nightmares have a way of making things confusing. One would just need to tolerate the eerie feeling upon waking up!

    Hank

35. I almost want to say ‘what happens in the night stays in the nigh.’ I love the light as scabs for scars. It has a penetrating bite!

36. The lines “The thin veneer of day,
    its light is scabs for scars,” are just stunning! I think this is one of my favorites of yours, it goes well with the image but says oh so much more. That last stanza is killer. I too, think that night is like a small death each time, one we may well never wake up from and your poem says it perfectly! NIce prompt BTW!

37. This nightmare poem is going to give me nightmares. You’re a master at this Bjorn. How do you come up with these images? It’s funny how we humans like to visit the dark side – a big aspect of our reality. I enjoyed this so much because of the imaginative scary images.

38. That’s a hell of a succubus! Great, creep out fun.

39. Wow! I stuck on the first stanza trying to imagine all of it…’The thin veneer of day,
    its light is scabs for scars,
    Its wind a paper wall for mares.’ ..

    for me – it’s about how we attached to our beliefs that night/darkness must be – mare… but not as part of light, so then during the day we feel okay about time, when we can’t control the light…fun investigation though…

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