Whistler`s Den

A walk by the river at night can be a very frightful experience.

      Whistler`s Den
                       

                                 Walking at night, along the Concho River,
                                 winds kicking up, i began to shiver.
                                 I heard the call from the Whistler`s Den.
                                The taunting call, of the sin with-in.

                                The Whistler`s Den, such a frightful space,
                                the distant hill its nesting place.

                                The sounds that gave birth off the hill,
                                beckoned the night, with an intent to chill.
                                wooooooweeeee went the whistle of the dark musty den,
                                the taunting call, of the sin with-in .

                                Trees thrashing from the wind, to give a snowy sight,
                                leaves came down, to resonate the night.

                                Cats screeching  far, cans crashed down.
                                echo dog barks, and breaking glass sounds.
                                These were nothing, and could not compare.
                                The closest thing to mimic it, was the slaughter of a hare.

                                Coat pulled close, and scarf wrapped tight,
                                there came running sounds, off the hill that night.

                                MY GOD he is after me, panic filled my veins.
                               The Whistler was on the hunt, i would feel his pains.
                               Running, Running, Running, fast as i could go,
                               his steps growing closer, my future full of woe.

                               I could hear him breathing, rancid was his smell,
                              choking out a noise, desperation was my wail.

                              My legs growing weary, my lungs had sang their song.
                              Just as fast approaching , the foot steps now were gone.

                              As i lay there gasping , i could hear from afar ,
                              WHISTLING, LAUGHING, TAUNTING, I`ll see you tomorrow.

                               

                                

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

interesting poem structure.. and interesting ending...the killing of a hare is a good contrast if you have ever heard the scream....why one grabs one and dispatches it behind the neck humanly...will give the willies otherwise...worse than a deer...nice scary write.

[Poetic Beauty]

The flow of this poem is smooth and the creepy tale had me sitting on the edge of my seat. The details of the sounds really make this poem pop

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Ah!!!!!!!!!! Very scary, love it!

[Enigma]

Wow. Gave me the creeps. I have issues with darkness as it is and imagining myself walking all alone on the side of a river in the night. Whew. Not me. :P

Very vivid description and some amazing rhymes. Well penned. :)

[Ruth]

Brilliant structure love!
A powerful poem..left me chilled! It is unsettling throughout the whole piece leaving no respite at the end either....truly intense imagery! Superb xx

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

You pack this poem with intensity that is marvellous and has one gripped...awesome :)

[Becky C Strukamp]

An incredible write. It has me spellbound to my chair to the very end. Excellent.

[realmwriter]

Intresting piece. I really enjoyed the pace and the Quatrain and Couplet stanzas lend themselve well to the pacing. Your ryme scheme is flawless, though I stumbeled a bit on the last line. Seems as if the "sin within" is more of a whisper than a taunting shrill scream! Course that could have been your intent. Either way I enjoyed reading this piece it was fun and thought prevoking. I could feel the fear mount.