Dirge of midnight slowly crawls
from tiny feet the floorboards creak;
the air’s gone stale in moldy halls.
from down below a hollow shriek,
the night is dark; your future’s bleak;
you’re left inside the prison walls;
will it ever end, this working week?
Fur Gloves with Wooden Fingers © Meret Oppenheim
A rhyming quadrille for Grace at dVerse. As usual 44 words, and you have to include the word creak (not creek). Join us at 9 PM CET.
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October 23 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh, I love the ending of this!
I love the rhyming verses – and a terrific ending line ~ Please spare me and let it end quickly ~ Spooky and timely for Halloween ~
Just the right touch of levity & brevity, with the sobering twist at the close; put a smile on this grizzled pie-hole.
Ha ha…I don’t like Monday’s 😉
Spooky stuff! Nicely balanced and great turn with the end line.
Not only do I not like Mondays, I don’t do them! I retired! I like the rhymes of this so very much. It reminds me of when I used to work.
Those gloves and wooden fingers are scary. A lovely lilting poem on a slightly tip-toe scary theme.
A small taste of Halloween to prepare us for next week! I like the jaunty rhyme, Bjorn!
Spooky…and lovin’ the ending! 🙂
Aaaaargh!!
Nice scary poem to the work week.
This reminded me of ‘Thriller’ but with a humorous twist at the end.
Hahaha! You had me right up to that final line. Brilliant scoundrel!
Perfect for the season. Spooky!
Pleasantly creepy — the thing about the work week! Love the rhyme scheme.
Apparently you joined me in introducing a bit of levity into this week’s quadrille, Bjorn. SO nicely done!
Fun! The cadence of this reminds me of the spoken parts in the Michael Jackson song, Thriller. Perfect for Halloween.
haha – It’s only Monday, unfortunately I have 4 more days for this workweek.
Great fun. I love poems, like this one, where I’m still guessing where the poem is going all the way to the very last line.
Love the floorboards creaking from tiny feet and the turn at the end.
“you’re left inside the prison walls;
will it ever end, this working week?”
hah! for some reason, I find this a funny satire.
Great fun. What’s the work, I wonder?
Great poem for the working class, such as we
Ha ha! A perfect one for a Monday morning 🙂
Well done. I loved the twist at the end. 🙂
You know I read this in Vincent Price’s voice, right? Spooky!
Ha! Nothing is more foreboding, right?
What a twist at the end!
Ha. We are halfway thru but mine is a short week with a long weekend ahead so i should not complain. You set tge scene nicely with texture(s). I think the rhyming adds to it..
Thanks for noticing me hiding down there in the comments. I am writing more but just in the notebook and occasionally sharing
How adept you are at quadrilles by now! (I have given them up.) This is great fun, particularly the twist at the end.
So vivid.