Panther tearing at the roof
splintering boards, snarls, dark----
NIGHT ON THUNDER BUTTE CREEK
The blackness of the night wrapped around us like a shroud,
Clammy and evil, full of dreadful sound
The scream of woman with mortal wounds
Full of snickering , why ? I only wish to live the night
To not succumb in fear to this anguish all about
The creek called Thunder Butte, runs full and rippling in the dark
Forested thick with trees that screen the evil lurking there
There eyes glow fierce , then disappear amid the undergrowth
But howls persist , like the banshee of legends mark
She comforts me , but trembles as the panther tears and rips
The splintering roof , starved and after one fat child.
I`m crying now, and clutch my mom, the one protection from
This demon of the night who will not stop until he`s done, but
A little shanty ranch house can`t withstand the onslaught of this mad gargoyle tearing there , one thought in mind, only one
This fat child and why he fears the dark.
My mother not yet done, grabs an old and rusty 12 gauge gun from
Beside the bed, one loud explosion , blasting these little ears
Another hole appears , the moon shines through our flimsy roof
Where panther and twelve gauge spanned the years , to spell out doom for that old puma, sobbing , snarling off Into the gloom
You gradually build up the atmosphere, creating a veiled painting ' The creek called Thunder Butte, runs full and rippling in the dark .. Forested thick with trees that screen the evil lurking there .. There eyes glow fierce , then disappear amid the undergrowth .. But howls persist ' which the reader can just about peep at: the plump child, the demon creature, the sounds and vegetation ... then panic, fear.. action and all's well.
My simple understanding of a tense piece of writing, beautifully created - although I wonder if it's metaphorical: cruel world, protection, action .. safety.
Thank you, thank you for sharing yet another piece of fine writing.
Posted 15 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
7 Years Ago
YES ! Everything about this reviewer is constructive---And, she is probably the best writer of WC o.. read moreYES ! Everything about this reviewer is constructive---And, she is probably the best writer of WC over years.
----- Eagle Cruagh
As much as this is an outstanding poem in the first place, I love how it plays out more like a story. Fear and confusion are two emotions that I, personally, took away from this, both at the forefront thanks to your wonderful way with words. The last verse is easily my favorite, particularly "where panther and twelve gauge spanned the years" and "blasting these little ears." you managed to capture so much of the moment in so few words- it's beautiful and frightening all at once. great job.
Never underestimate what a mom will do to protect her child. If she hadn't had a gun, she'd have found another way. There's nothing so dangerous as a mother who's child is being threatened.
You gradually build up the atmosphere, creating a veiled painting ' The creek called Thunder Butte, runs full and rippling in the dark .. Forested thick with trees that screen the evil lurking there .. There eyes glow fierce , then disappear amid the undergrowth .. But howls persist ' which the reader can just about peep at: the plump child, the demon creature, the sounds and vegetation ... then panic, fear.. action and all's well.
My simple understanding of a tense piece of writing, beautifully created - although I wonder if it's metaphorical: cruel world, protection, action .. safety.
Thank you, thank you for sharing yet another piece of fine writing.
Posted 15 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
7 Years Ago
YES ! Everything about this reviewer is constructive---And, she is probably the best writer of WC o.. read moreYES ! Everything about this reviewer is constructive---And, she is probably the best writer of WC over years.
----- Eagle Cruagh
You gradually build up the atmosphere, creating a veiled painting ' The creek called Thunder Butte, runs full and rippling in the dark .. Forested thick with trees that screen the evil lurking there .. There eyes glow fierce , then disappear amid the undergrowth .. But howls persist ' which the reader can just about peep at: the plump child, the demon creature, the sounds and vegetation ... then panic, fear.. action and all's well.
My simple understanding of a tense piece of writing, beautifully created - although I wonder if it's metaphorical: cruel world, protection, action .. safety.
Thank you, thank you for sharing yet another piece of fine writing.
You gradually build up the atmosphere, creating a veiled painting ' The creek called Thunder Butte, runs full and rippling in the dark .. Forested thick with trees that screen the evil lurking there .. There eyes glow fierce , then disappear amid the undergrowth .. But howls persist ' which the reader can just about peep at: the plump child, the demon creature, the sounds and vegetation ... then panic, fear.. action and all's well.
My simple understanding of a tense piece of writing, beautifully created - although I wonder if it's metaphorical: cruel world, protection, action .. safety.
Thank you, thank you for sharing yet another piece of fine writing.
You gradually build up the atmosphere, creating a veiled painting ' The creek called Thunder Butte, runs full and rippling in the dark .. Forested thick with trees that screen the evil lurking there .. There eyes glow fierce , then disappear amid the undergrowth .. But howls persist ' which the reader can just about peep at: the plump child, the demon creature, the sounds and vegetation ... then panic, fear.. action and all's well.
My simple understanding of a tense piece of writing, beautifully created - although I wonder if it's metaphorical: cruel world, protection, action .. safety.
Thank you, thank you for sharing yet another piece of fine writing.
You gradually build up the atmosphere, creating a veiled painting ' The creek called Thunder Butte, runs full and rippling in the dark .. Forested thick with trees that screen the evil lurking there .. There eyes glow fierce , then disappear amid the undergrowth .. But howls persist ' which the reader can just about peep at: the plump child, the demon creature, the sounds and vegetation ... then panic, fear.. action and all's well.
My simple understanding of a tense piece of writing, beautifully created - although I wonder if it's metaphorical: cruel world, protection, action .. safety.
Thank you, thank you for sharing yet another piece of fine writing.