Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Parlor Game

Open this room.
Open this jar.
Come sit cozy
Where the dead things are.

Hush.
Not so loud.
Not so pretty.
Not so proud.

Hideous germ
Infects and wastes.
Shape by the berm
Seeks embrace.

Open this room.
Open this jar.
Let's see how strong
You really are.

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29 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 4, 2011 at 9:35 PM

    It's scary being first, and that germ seeking embrace really frightened me and made me think about courage in another way. I'm amazed at how much story you squeeze out of so few words.

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  2. hedgewitchOctober 4, 2011 at 9:49 PM

    Lord--I'm not touching it. I know how all the dead things got that way, thank you. Again, I'm off to check under the bed and lock the doors. *shakes spasmodically* The halloween spirit is definitely alive in your heart, FB, and hanging on with all its little fangs and claws.

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  3. HelenOctober 4, 2011 at 9:50 PM

    I enjoyed the chanting rhythm of your words ... your wonderful words.

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  4. LolamouseOctober 4, 2011 at 9:53 PM

    I think I may wait til morning to open that jar! I'm not that strong after dark!

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  5. UnknownOctober 4, 2011 at 10:07 PM

    I don't think I'm that strong because I don't want to open it, lol. I'm not sure how cozy I would be in a room of death, but hey, we all kind of live with dead things in our own way. You are a fun one :)

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  6. Brian MillerOctober 4, 2011 at 10:27 PM

    a little bit of a haunting verse...and here we just placed spin the bottle...i am a sucker so i will go first...smiles. nice cadence shay....

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  7. ShonEjaiOctober 4, 2011 at 10:31 PM

    Amazing! Very well written

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  8. CloudiaOctober 4, 2011 at 10:35 PM

    wow.

    An Adams-esque 'nursery rhyme'


    Warm Aloha from Waikiki;

    Comfort Spiral



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    / )
    /"

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  9. HermanTurnipOctober 4, 2011 at 11:06 PM

    So...you've been my fridge again? ;-)

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  10. Pat HattOctober 4, 2011 at 11:33 PM

    Great rhyme lots of fun, but now I have to run. My ocd doesn't like those germs, you opened up a whole can of worms..haha

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  11. UnknownOctober 4, 2011 at 11:50 PM

    Love the flow.
    Love the notion.
    Love the implied dare.

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  12. ShadowOctober 5, 2011 at 3:58 AM

    such a soothing rhythm!

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  13. AnonymousOctober 5, 2011 at 5:37 AM

    Love the dread and curiosity in this little Pandoran box. Dare I peek? I dare not! But still ... Every synapse of my superrego shouts Hit The Road, Jack but my addict reptile brain sez hmmmm, could be some more of that More and More and More in there ... You and Hedge been trading spells? - Brendan

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  14. LynnOctober 5, 2011 at 5:59 AM

    That sounds like a chant! I always marvel at the imagination it takes to write these poems.

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  15. LouiseOctober 5, 2011 at 6:19 AM

    I may leave that jar alone ~smiles~ Haunting!

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  16. James RainsfordOctober 5, 2011 at 8:13 AM

    Reality requires risk. Masterfully executed piece.

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  17. DarylOctober 5, 2011 at 9:21 AM

    I feel as if I am listening in on a modern day version of the Scottish play's witches chanting around their cauldron..

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  18. Ann GrenierOctober 5, 2011 at 9:48 AM

    You're kidding, Shay...the jar was opened before we walked in ...
    Nice flow of words, a little drum beat in the background.

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  19. BeachannyOctober 5, 2011 at 10:03 AM

    A tiny touch of Silverstein, an incantation and a spell - looking for things that go "bump" in the night! Fun!!

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  20. Cathy FeasterOctober 5, 2011 at 10:59 AM

    Well I have a nasty cold from opening a jar like that...so I think I'll just eat some vitamin C for now :)

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  21. joannaOctober 5, 2011 at 11:57 AM

    yikes-- those last two lines sound like a challenge... :)

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  22. Maude LynnOctober 5, 2011 at 1:16 PM

    Halloween came early to the Word Garden!

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  23. SheilaOctober 5, 2011 at 3:49 PM

    um, no thanks ;)

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  24. TashtooOctober 5, 2011 at 6:34 PM

    What a bunch of wimps! I'll open the dang jar! ;) Gotten myself into a good bit of trouble doing such things, and every scar and sickness leads to a poem...right :) Wonderful, witchy weave, Shay! And I love the comment about the fridge...if I'm being 100% honest...my own poor appliance was the first thing to cross my mind...we could play your parlour game for weeks!

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  25. ayalaOctober 5, 2011 at 7:56 PM

    Haunting...but always good to read here.

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  26. AnonymousOctober 5, 2011 at 11:33 PM

    I think that little jar should have a green "yucky" face sticker for poison on it and I wouldn't open it if you paid me.... yes, I'm a wimp! :)

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  27. Ann LeFloreOctober 6, 2011 at 11:45 AM

    I laugh at this one especially after cleaning out the ice box at my parents home I found some of these gars in there and just trashed them great poem
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/04/memories/

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  28. ✿October 6, 2011 at 3:55 PM

    "Open this room.
    Open this jar.
    Let's see how strong
    You really are."

    Wow. You are awesome and intense. :)

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  29. Charles Elliott/BeautyseerOctober 6, 2011 at 11:14 PM

    Seems like "Contagion" has spread germophobia lately. But there were already too many people using antibacterial wipes at the supermarkets and spraying germicides in their kitchens and bathrooms to such an extent that bacteria are finding new vacuums to expand into, and are mutating faster and faster. We are throwing everything out of balance with the hubris of our belief we can master nature. We'll see how strong we really are.

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