Got Milk?

~ moondustwriter

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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Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 15 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. I presently research and edit for academia (what was I thinking?) There are many facets to this moon - my joy is in meeting you!

31 thoughts on “Got Milk?”

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  5. 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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  6. 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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    1. 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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  13. 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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