Yours or someone else's.

This is the scariest double dactyl I've ever written:

Shrinkage!

Higgledy Piggledy
Anton Von Leeuwenhoek
Made the first microscope,
Started a trend.

Now we're invested in
Nanotechnology
Shrinking up everything--
Where will it end?

Other scary, humorous, wistful, speculative, tragic, and absurd poems may be found in A Stony Path, complete here for your delectation, in case you enjoy poetry.


Posted: 29/11/2011 17:06:10
Last Edit: 29/11/2011 17:10:24 by William Holt

There is also flash fiction in chapter 2 and a writer's bibliography--largely idiosyncratic--in chapter 7.

Posted: 29/11/2011 17:10:58

A Stony Path is not chasing the ED. I'm not asking for backings, but comments are much appreciated.

Posted: 29/11/2011 17:11:52

So who else has a favorite short scary poem?

Posted: 29/11/2011 17:12:34

This one was written as a plug for Faust's Butterfly:

Where it has come from no one can tell;
Another dimension, the dark pit of hell,
Or a planet where such beings commonly dwell
Anatomy various,
Motives nefarious,
Beauty so bright it holds all in its spell.

Posted: 29/11/2011 17:19:00

I thought this little Ogden Nash quatrain was truly scary--never mind the humor:

I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all.


Posted: 29/11/2011 18:32:27

Speaking of trees:

There was a young man who said, "God
Must think it exceedingly odd
If he finds that this tree
Continues to be
When there's no one about in the Quad."

REPLY
Dear Sir:
Your astonishment's odd:
I am always about in the Quad.
And that's why the tree
Will continue to be,
Since observed by
Yours faithfully,
GOD.

Posted: 29/11/2011 19:32:26

More short scary poems--anyone? My son did a scary villanelle, which is pretty short, being only a fixed form of 19 lines:

The Stalker's Villanelle

She doesn't realize that she is dead.
Remembering the ring, the vows we swore,
I follow her like something left unsaid.

She drives the car I gave her when we wed.
She grips a steering wheel I've gripped before.
She doesn't realize that she is dead.

She's stepping from the car--her legs, her head!
Watching her stroll into the grocery store,
I follow her like something left unsaid.

She flicks her hair, just as she would in bed
When she'd make love as if it were a chore.
She doesn't realize that she is dead.

These strangers can't discern the life she's led.
They see a charming smile; I see a whore
And follow her like something left unsaid.

She surely feels her whole life lies ahead
As she steps briskly through the exit door.
She doesn't realize that she is dead.
I follow her like something left unsaid.



Posted: 08/02/2012 00:03:05

He also wrote a scary sonnet for writers everywhere:

Godot Revisited

Why wish to be discovered anyway?
Waiting, each day, for that one envelope,
I'm like a character in Beckett's play
Who seethes with longing as he plays with rope.
I guess I could give up and grow content
With praising friends whose poems laugh at me
From pages of the journals I have sent
To twenty times . . . But each SASE
Among the ads and bills may hold a crumb
To slaver over, such as "Try again."
Oh yes, I beam, tomorrow He will come!
Then editors will say they knew me when
My work was interesting, but not yet great.
Perhaps I'll hang myself. Or else, just wait.

Posted: 08/02/2012 00:08:50

I don't even know what this is, something I made up the other night. Wasn't intending it to be in anyway poetic, I was merely describing a picture I saw. Anyway, this is the creepy result.

My shoes are on my feet.
Its laces wrapped round my teeth.
I have a sore tooth.
Not for much longer...

Posted: 08/02/2012 11:23:23