Got Milk?

Pushed to the edge of despair

this rocky place offers no hope

fear lapping ankles around

against empty waters we grope

*

silent, though nothing is still

fear pounds loudly our hearts

no where have we left to hide

cold surrounds each, every part

*

though I stand here in a crowd

ice-cube tray we all huddle

so alone am I in this moment

shivering my blood froths til

it bubbles

*

the predator, dark he has come

my bones weaken and shudder

they know but their glance faints away

no consolation have we left to utter

*

past this place my eyes strain to gaze

beyond, bare feet rub raw

our ancestors’ bones all the same

torn clean, foul consuming claw

*

child’s distant cry distills thoughts

though sanguine I have become

what courage there once was

I offer myself that you might run

*

slowly the creature now circles

selection part of its way

it has broken much in its jaws

I offer to be its next prey

*

Large “It” opens like a cave

stalactite are its teeth that rake

dripping with frosty blood

putrid tunnel offers no escape

*

will memory mine be but a creature belch

bravery had run out its course

screaming meets my ears

 my own that have now been scorched

*

I am but an appetizer

“flee” last words from my lips

“before you become the main meal”

metered crunching I hear as it rips

*

how quiet are the skulls

resting as stones a score

laying once living and free

no more on this cavernous floor

~ Leslie Moon

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About moondustwriter

Writing is one of my passions. I am a published christian author, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, ministries. co- founder of the award winning "One Stop Poetry" I am an advocate for the arts and the special needs community - my passions lie there as well. There are many facets to the moon thanks for gazing in the night sky. If you are on twitter I am @moondustwriter

31 responses to “Got Milk?”

  1. Thomas Brown says :

    Lyrical yet menacing, Leslie. I especially enjoyed the last stanza, which seemed almost peaceful after what came before.

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  2. Craig McGray says :

    Beautiful, Leslie. Like Thomas, I like how the last stanza ends the piece in a calming tone. Very well done.

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  3. slpmartin says :

    Indeed the last stanza brings calmness to end the poem…another fine write.

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  4. blazemcrob says :

    Lovely poem, moondustwriter. My favorite stanza is:

    I am but an appetizer

    “flee” last words from my lips

    “before you become the main meal”

    metered crunching I hear as it rips

    Self sacrifice at its best! Great job.

    Blaze

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  5. Magenta Nero says :

    hi Leslie, I really enjoyed this haunting poem, great rhythm and pace and evocative imagery. love the line “..how quiet are the skulls / resting as stones a score”

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  6. dragontailsandscales says :

    an unusual feast of the beast.

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  7. ladysknight says :

    I’ll never look at a glass of milk the same again especially the frothy kind 🙂

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  8. ladysknight says :

    very visual poem. “Fear lapping ankles around”
    A fine chill in this milk.

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  9. knightsheart says :

    “how quiet are the skulls” Alas I know not… the “crunching” sound disturbs…,What an fear evoking write!!

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  10. imdanim says :

    I love your use of poetry to tell a chilling tale. This one is bouncing about my head trying to escape.

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    • moondustwriter says :

      Thanks Dani. Poetry allows for the imagination to fill in the vacant spaces (in the skull’s eye sockets). Golly I’ve been hanging with these Damned folks too long 🙂

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  11. weshootcrime says :

    …and the cereal’s still crunchy 🙂

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  12. Joseph Pinto says :

    Excellent, excellent, excellent, Leslie!! 🙂 Every element of your poem works perfectly here; no word is wasted! Mirroring several earlier comments, your last stanza binds everything together brilliantly! I want more milk!!! (never thought I’d hear myself say such a thing lol)

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  13. Nina D'Arcangela says :

    Very nicely done, Leslie! An excellent poem that tells a dark tale. Superb! 🙂

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  14. tony [laughingwolf] hunt says :

    snack times are always fun times…. 😉

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