Requiem in Blue

Scary in keeping with the Halloween theme.

Requiem in Blue

Into the twilight hour she flees; her tears,

stream as babbling brooks and yet her road -

too dark to notice shadows in the night,

too bleak to see the creatures braced for flight.

They stalk her every inch along the way.

She's forced, by will, to quicken her snail's pace.

At once, she feels claws gripping at her back.

A devil's brew in crimson thickly flows,

and; yet, the dark obliterates its path

along her thighs to fill her mud-soaked boots.

And in this fleeting moment she is trapped.

A second creature lunges at her throat,

she gasps for breath; the larynx severed through.

No time, at all, to think about the kids,

her husband, and her futile shattered life.

The silent screams are seen within her eyes,

yet, there are none to witness her torment.

And in that nanosecond she fades to blue:

her brightest hour, as she succumbs to death. 

Reviews

[Neville]

something old, something new, something borrowed, something chewed upon and blue... there ya go, see didn't they always tell her to keep her eyes on the road.... a nice little Halloween scary thingy and true... All Good Things, my friend..... Neville

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

Thanks for the visit, Neville.

I appreciate your kind words. :)

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

PS Neville, what do you mean your profile is closed.

Are you not going to post any more poems? If you are not, I wish you the best of everything. :)

[Neville]

My pleasure.. am just planning to spend less time here, that's all... All Good Things, Neville

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

Me too. There are just way too many ads and it takes too long to offer a reply. :)

[Neville]

Take care.... :)

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

You take care, as well. :)

[john l smith]

Sounds like she should have stayed home and watched a re-run on TV
some people just don't know how tasty they can be
Keep up the fright
John

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

Too funny, John. Thanks for commenting. :)

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Certainly a theme appropriate for Halloween!

Definitely seems like she walked into a wolf pack at the wrong time of the night. Such an excruciating demise has befallen her. Her brightest hour not coming during her life but at the point of her death.

Some lovely 'showing' description throughout this piece, and one that is a fine addition to the, no doubt, many forthcoming Halloween writes on this site.

Nicely written and conceived.

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

Thank you, Doodley, for reading and critiquing this poem. I'm elated to know your analysis is spot on.

Thanks again! :)