I’m wind who rattle bones,
I’m rain & hail,
the bend of boughs
the sluggish eddy in the river dark.
I’m the grin on strangers
& the growl of rabid hounds.
At night I whisper every lie you told.
I tempt you ever closer to the void.
I dangle nooses, fill your glass.
My love, it’s painless with a pill
to make it right again.
Once
you claimed to be my friend,
my lover even.
You promised. I believed.
& now I cannot leave
until you join me once again.
I pull you closer,
closer to the edge.
Are you coming soon, my love?
Cause death can’t us part.
Death from “The seventh seal” by Ingmar Bergman
I wonder if I would not be filled with thoughts of revenge in afterlife. Linked to Fireblossom Friday at toads.
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July 13, 2017
Oooo, I love this!
Oh, great write, Björn!
very dark indeed….makes me want to look back over my shoulder…
Chilling. My favorite line: “At night I whisper every lie you told.”
A very eerie picture, Thank you
Nicely dark and moody.
dark, brooding and a little malevolent…great writing Bjorn.
As I’m not very good at playing chess I don’t think it would be a good idea offering it to death when my time comes …
The grin on strangers – that’s is truly spooky, Bjorn! (Love the Johnny Mandel song and the irony of it in the movie.)
The perfect ending… finale(?)… that last stanza! Dark indeed. Bravo, Björn!
Wonderfully dark and enticing!❤️
Wow! I love all your opening metaphors in particular.
I do enjoy a dark piece of poetry, maybe it is not so much revenge but justice. I guess you could haunt a few in the afterlife.
That eternal hope to meet our loved ones again in that crowded place, let’s hope there is a lost and found bureau.
Very full of vengeance… and there are some people who would feel exactly like this. Good job on the dark side.
Wow, Bjorn, this is my favourite response to the prompt. Excellent!
Nice, Bjorn. It does happen this way, my dad died eight years after Mom died. He could not see why he was still living.
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One would hope to “put aside childish things” once this mortal life is through, but who knows whether we do or not. I think it’s pretty clear that at least some do not.
You have mastered the sinister voice here, Bjorn. Especially in this seemingly loving statement:
My love, it’s painless with a pill
to make it right again.
The graphic element really seals the deal an the whole piece.
Wonderfully chilling, Bjorn! I love the bone rattling wind and the bending boughs but am creeped out by strangers’ grins.But most chilling are the lines:
‘My love, it’s painless with a pill
to make it right again’
and
‘Are you coming soon, my love?
Cause death can’t us part’.
‘My love, it’s painless with a pill
to make it right again…’ I really thought this was an excellent way to put it, and indeed all your metaphors here are darkly satisfying. Who knows what is out there waiting, but I doubt anything will be much better in death than it was in life.
You already know what I think of this one.
These are my favorite lines:
“I dangle nooses, fill your glass.”
“I pull you closer,
closer to the edge.
Are you coming soon, my love?”
Dark and deep … perfect metaphor for death. Love this Bjorn.
Death isn’t pretty…
Mwaaa haa haaaa!
Wow, Bjorn, this is emotionaly heavy, you certainly captured me in the moment with this piece. A really Very good write here.
Reminds me of the ghosts torment Scrooge; yet no Bah Hambug here
Have a good weekend
much love…