Save the Children

A child paces
at midnight
wearing only
a single holey-toed
sock
which slips off
then
barefoot
towards you
between
the upside down
aisles of a supermarket
holding a black rot broomstick
dripping chocolate sauce
upwards.
.

Reviews

[Chris]

Such are the daymares that inhabit behind "our" eyes.

[Brett Hernan]

If only there was an awakening on a grand scale!. I just hope some 'genius' doesn't decide to level all of the earth's wages, believing that it would somehow 'end world hunger' when all that would do is create an absolute and more general poverty than ever before!
I know that comment seems off topic but, it does actually relate to the text!
Thanks, Chris.

[Chris]

eating IS a hard habit to have to break and children don't understand "hungry".

[Brett Hernan]

Sadly, for so many it's all they ever know. I see what you mean.
Until I left home at 16, I had never experienced 'true hunger', the one where there's no longer any fat left. Starvation was a new experience for me. Bonging away the week's food money and then having nothing to eat sort of wrecked 'the buzz'!

[pia]

Ah the imagery here is oddly interesting lol
This poem was actually going somewhere with a nice notion of poverty stricken children
Well until the last part ahaha chocolate sauce
But thats what made it even more interesting

[Brett Hernan]

The chocolate sauce I found fitting because it is a convention in Hollywood to use it instead of the far more expensive, fake blood.
If I'd used, 'blood', this poem have been too dark for general consumption, no pun intended to any vampyres out there!
I appreciate your comments, pia, thanks!

[apennylate]

What in the heck did you just paint for my mind... Dripping upside-down homeless witch children...? ...Amazing... Haha... I am left holding a black-rot stick as the poem transforms into... Darkly penned...

[Brett Hernan]

I don't know what happened. i just watched a documentary on National Lampoon and it just came to me.

[apennylate]

Well... It floored my brain, excellent stuff...

[Brett Hernan]

Thanks, Silente, that's my aim! The flooring of our brains, that is! And, perhaps in a vain pursuit of 'excellence', I shall right now edit;
'a single holey-toed
sock
which falls off''
to;
'a single holey-toed
sock
which slips off'!

[apennylate]

Hah, an excellent impromptu edit... Excellence is pleased...

[Brett Hernan]

Or running scared!

[apennylate]

...Either/or... Haha

[Brett Hernan]

With me skidding along behind in a slippery pool of chocolate sauce.