Monday, January 20, 2014

Shadowy Tricksters


tongues wild with silence
in murmurous blackness
etch fear into frigid bones

as shadowy tricksters
wielding concealment
cavort with the mind

their treacherous
               lecherous
                        inky fingers
harvesting fear
for the light of day


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  1. Gillena CoxJanuary 20, 2014 at 8:14 AM

    "harvesting fear" luv this line in which authority is given; have a nice Monday

    much love...

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 20, 2014 at 8:53 AM

    Fear is writ in this sort of disappearing ink, there and not, always just behind the knowable and the seen. A treachery indeed. Well done.

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    1. Kathryn DycheJanuary 20, 2014 at 11:55 AM

      I hadn't thought about disappearing ink, but yes you're right. Love that.

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  3. humbirdJanuary 20, 2014 at 9:29 AM

    ' inky fingers
    harvesting fear
    for the light of day' ~ answer is always in the action, any of it...thanks for reminding me - all in our power, in our hands! :)xx

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  4. UnknownJanuary 20, 2014 at 9:36 AM

    I love how the tongues are wild with silence! Itching to say something but can't, so it gets internalized in the most horrid way. Thanks for sharing :)

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    1. Kathryn DycheJanuary 20, 2014 at 11:57 AM

      Thanks Rachelle, that darn silence can ignite such fear.

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  5. Brian MillerJanuary 20, 2014 at 10:20 AM

    there is a menace underneath this...a bit scary
    the demon tricksters whispering our doubts...
    mucking in our lives...

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  6. FireblossomJanuary 20, 2014 at 10:27 AM

    Eep! The italicized words just take this from unsettling to creep city. Weird perfection!

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  7. Kerry O'ConnorJanuary 20, 2014 at 10:28 AM

    Wonderful imagery - both in the visual and written components of this post.

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    1. Kathryn DycheJanuary 20, 2014 at 12:05 PM

      Thanks Kerry, this piece was inspired by Slyvia Plath.

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  8. TimoteoJanuary 20, 2014 at 10:54 AM

    Take heart....Mondays can be like that!!

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  9. hedgewitchJanuary 20, 2014 at 11:15 AM

    Agree with Fireblossom--your fingers get inside the mind with those italicized lines.

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  10. AnonymousJanuary 20, 2014 at 2:26 PM

    'wielding concealment' is such a great phrase ~

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  11. scotthastiepoetJanuary 20, 2014 at 3:26 PM

    Deliciously visceral... very well realised - you do a lot with a few lines - impressive stuff... With Best Wishes Scott www.scothastie.com

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    1. Kathryn DycheJanuary 20, 2014 at 4:27 PM

      What a great comment and compliment, thanks Scott.

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  12. Kim StevensJanuary 20, 2014 at 3:59 PM

    Words so deep, I read them several times...yes silence, in murmurous blackness can wreak havoc on the mind. You always pack a punch into your words, so well done!

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  13. Susie ClevengerJanuary 20, 2014 at 5:19 PM

    Those first lines...wow! "harvesting fear" What a visual

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  14. revelationsJanuary 20, 2014 at 6:26 PM

    an undercurrent of menace and fear... it is a shadowy figure is fear... it can lay dormant but suddenly arise at a moments notice...

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  15. KarenJanuary 20, 2014 at 7:01 PM

    Silence, concealment, lechery, treachery...shadowy fingers, the stuff of nightmares. The photo is perfect for the poem.

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  16. mrs mediocrityJanuary 20, 2014 at 10:31 PM

    this is so deliciously dark and creepy... i love the image you paired with it ... you have to watch out for those shadowy tricksters!

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  20. PealogicJanuary 21, 2014 at 2:51 AM

    Quite sinister, to me anyway.

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  21. ScarletJanuary 21, 2014 at 10:49 AM

    Harvesting fear, whew ~ Imagery & words are dark with menace ~ Good one Kathryn :-)

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    1. Kathryn DycheJanuary 22, 2014 at 10:40 AM

      Thanks, this was one of those that seemed to write itself. I love it when that happens.

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  22. AnonymousJanuary 21, 2014 at 7:01 PM

    fabulous opening line! love the ominous nature of this! brilliantly written!
    ♥

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  23. ayalaJanuary 21, 2014 at 7:45 PM

    Dark and good!

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    1. Kathryn DycheJanuary 22, 2014 at 10:39 AM

      I tend to gravitate towards dark for some reason.

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  24. Todd Alan KraftJanuary 22, 2014 at 12:01 AM

    Sounds like the intro to a delightful psychological thriller. The imagery is well played. "etch fear into frigid bones" strikes me as very powerful in both sound and imagination.

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    1. Kathryn DycheJanuary 22, 2014 at 10:38 AM

      Thanks Todd, not sure what depths I pulled this one from but its one of my new favorites.

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  25. MaryJanuary 22, 2014 at 9:47 AM

    You have created a deliciously chilling poem for us savor. Nice!

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  26. GabriellaJanuary 22, 2014 at 11:44 AM

    Very good portrayal of our fear can get the upper hand, Kathryn.

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  27. ManiparnaJanuary 27, 2014 at 4:47 AM

    Nice lines , a bit scary though..it seems that the " blackness'' is really tangible..

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