Iron Poet, Round XIII.
Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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Creeping, crawling, tentacles and terror,
Spreading through our bedroom like a plague.
I invited them in; offered them coffee;
Asked them what they wanted.
They said "Take me to your leader."
I smiled and showed them
A picture of you.
"But you can't have her," I said,
And they left empty-handed,
Invasion incomplete.
The alligators came with morning,
Prehistoric, timeless, hunger and scales,
Swimming in the pool in our backyard.
I brought them fried chicken and cereal;
Asked them what they wanted.
They said "We will eat your heart."
I smiled and shook my head,
Saying, "It's too late."
"My heart is not my own," I said,
And they left empty-jawed,
Hunger unfulfilled.
The banshee came in the afternoon,
Weeping, wailing, threnody and grief,
Wafting through the walls like a bad dream.
I spread your arms; offered her my warmth;
Never asked her what she wanted.
She said "It's time for you to go,"
And I went willingly,
For I have waited too long,
And everything I've done,
I've done for you.
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Wow, thank you.
I love that this is a romantic poem with these words (for the more creepy values of romantic)
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[I confess, though, I don't -entirely- understand what's going on in the third verse -- there are several different ways I can shade it, and I can't be certain which one (if only one) is intended].
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