The Daisy trilogy
"Daddy, Daddy"________"Daisy"!
Running through a brightly lit corridor...
Steps falling heavy on wooden boards older than Jane Marple,
Breath heaving through lungs bursting from agony for air...
Eyes darting quicker than flash...registering the fleeing wallpaper.
"Daddy!"
Arms flung out to embrace a weeping child, pick up................nothing.
He stood there, gazing at the spot where Daisy's plump body should be....
But like a phantom limb that refuses to die,
Her toothy grin flashes at him from beneath eyes so green, mother nature bristled.
Reaching out to stroke her blonde curly tresses,
wisps of air curled around his fingers instead.
"Daisy...".
Disgruntled...distraught...delirious...
He began to whimper like a puppy being punished by its owner,
Like a kitten whose mother gets run over in the middle of a highway.
"Daisy!!!Daisy!!!Daisy!!!"
The howl tore out of his chest and ripped his heart apart,
scattering his emotions about the room,
where they slithered into nothing.
But Daisy couldn't reply, could she?
Because little Daisy's green eyes were glassed over,
Staring into the empty night sky...
Her throat slashed...
Left out for so long,
Her blood had cooled to a hard flow.
The gutter mice surrounded her little form,
Staring at the retreating back of the dark figure,
As if sending a mental picture of the scene,
To the howling man in little Daisy's room....
A few days ago, I read a book called "The Orient Express", by Agatha Christie. It has to be the most fascinating fictional piece I have ever read. I was intrigued by the plot, and the subliminal message woven in, that I decided to do a trilogy based on it. I cannot hope to surpass Miss Christie, but I wish to show its effect on me through this medium.
Enjoy :)
Running through a brightly lit corridor...
Steps falling heavy on wooden boards older than Jane Marple,
Breath heaving through lungs bursting from agony for air...
Eyes darting quicker than flash...registering the fleeing wallpaper.
"Daddy!"
Arms flung out to embrace a weeping child, pick up................nothing.
He stood there, gazing at the spot where Daisy's plump body should be....
But like a phantom limb that refuses to die,
Her toothy grin flashes at him from beneath eyes so green, mother nature bristled.
Reaching out to stroke her blonde curly tresses,
wisps of air curled around his fingers instead.
"Daisy...".
Disgruntled...distraught...delirious...
He began to whimper like a puppy being punished by its owner,
Like a kitten whose mother gets run over in the middle of a highway.
"Daisy!!!Daisy!!!Daisy!!!"
The howl tore out of his chest and ripped his heart apart,
scattering his emotions about the room,
where they slithered into nothing.
But Daisy couldn't reply, could she?
Because little Daisy's green eyes were glassed over,
Staring into the empty night sky...
Her throat slashed...
Left out for so long,
Her blood had cooled to a hard flow.
The gutter mice surrounded her little form,
Staring at the retreating back of the dark figure,
As if sending a mental picture of the scene,
To the howling man in little Daisy's room....
A few days ago, I read a book called "The Orient Express", by Agatha Christie. It has to be the most fascinating fictional piece I have ever read. I was intrigued by the plot, and the subliminal message woven in, that I decided to do a trilogy based on it. I cannot hope to surpass Miss Christie, but I wish to show its effect on me through this medium.
Enjoy :)
Wow Makafui was right . . this is labyrinth like.
ReplyDeleteLove how you handled it though. the mixture of the subtle infusion of dark atmosphere, loves eternity and hallucination = tres magnifique!!!
Yes, you're both right. It is labyrinth like. I was attempting to portray how confusing and messed up the thoughts of the main character are in the story. His thoughts are flowing in a haphazard pattern, cause he can't comprehend what's going on.
DeleteBut maybe I shouldn't have done it that way, it makes understanding harder :P
oh i see. well i loved it nevertheless. despite its difficulty to understand, its presented with certain effects and sentiments otherwise may have been lacking so its pretty much perfect as it is
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