Gate Crasher

A thief in the night.

Gate Crasher

Strange how you came

to the feast

unprepared.

You brought no wine,

no offerings of food

and yet you dined;

gorged yourself

upon my flesh

like a rabid cannibal,

stripping the life

from my trusting soul,

leaving only

bleached bones standing.

 

31/12/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Terpsichore]

Latrodectus. Just doing what comes naturally. T

[Lyn Anderson]

These I still love from you, John. They illustrate such darkness and passion.

[ANTO]

Loving the dark D&B mate it perfectly suits the mood of the poem- Im more euphoric house myself but I digress ..

I love the imagery: the feasting metaphor -
the power of the choice of words: rabid, gorged and bleached bones - all deliciously dark and condemnatory.

Carlsberg dont do dark poems but if they did......

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Cheers Anto and Happy 2015 Carlsberg is made here in Northampton but I like a lady in my life so Stella is the one for moi!

[ANTO]

Happiest of new years John btw does Stella know lol ?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, this reminds me of my last ex-wife.

perfectly posed to the reader,
"do we know this woman?"
some people are just takers---they drain us.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes tis a shame Jacob that so many take without giving. Many thanks.