“Encounter with a Vampire” by Mitch Hicks

My eyes closed for a short spell as I recounted the following:

Oh the howls of a cruel remorseless wind bellowing at thy brethren.

Kleptomania sweeps along a moving shadow stealing souls.

Yet for some there will be no equanimity.

Gnosticism warns of incubus.

Sounds of claymores clashing unyielding.

Alas not one ounce of compassion.

Blood flowing scented molecules abound.

The lone black figure sparkles a fang of brilliant white flashes past anomalous.

Just a shimmer of subconscious awakes.

Legs now fill with osmium.

Uncanny spirits hover above.

Intuition spells out danger.

Bilious takes a hold then ponderously stumbles.

Yowl in terror at the supernatural aura.

For a Vampire tyrannical crossed my path.

Photo & Poem by Mitch Hicks – U.K.

All Rights Reserved

©2010

6 comments

  1. lkthayer · February 15, 2010

    This is sublime. You’ve been holding out on us Hicks…you need to be dealt with…Extraordinary!! Astonishing photo as well…see me after class.

    • Julie · February 15, 2010

      LOL! Careful. He’ll be there. Then what?

  2. Jaymie · February 15, 2010

    I think you just changed my mind on vampires with one brilliant poem. A still photo that is more convincing than a movie.

  3. Julie · February 15, 2010

    Wonderful Mitch. You HAVE been holding out on us.

  4. Lordy · February 15, 2010

    You are all so kind! Thanks….I guess we all have one good poem in us!!

  5. lkthayer · February 16, 2010

    we all have many good poems…else, how could I squeeze them & we would have no more juice for the bar!! Tsk…tsk!! 🙂

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