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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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are developing elementary curriculum for Ugandan children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn. Along with the curriculum, we hope to develop simple fictions about Uganda for the children to read at school. Trust me books are in short supply. We will use our trusted story tellers: a butterfly and a lion to make the stories come alive. Stay tuned as Bethany and Me put pen to paper. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

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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