Masked Zombies 🧟‍♀️

Zombies 🧟‍♀️ haunting

Just like another day,
walking on my way.
Under dry hot sun,
no room for fun.

On second thought,
Am nearing to strange face,
packed in grumpy mask.

On passing by,
Heard-deadly tales start to linger
But anxiety adrenalin tries to hinder.

On curious turn,
The masking disguise disappears.
all turns to zombie in my vision,
just like in fiction.

Running for my dear life.
There stands my only savior,
immediately I become tree-huger!

With one shrug,
they transfiguring into zombie creeps,
they are not trees.

Nothing going on well,
sure, now found way to hell.

On loud thud,

fall off from bed,
blaming my zombie dreams.

Author's Note

If this makes you smile 😃 means please leave the comments for me to know.. one of my very old poem.. written long back for word prompt "nightmare "...

Reviews

[Twilight]

As you suggested, this was written quite some ago; when you were even less experienced. Your zombies here, aren't even really described; although you mentioned a bit about one of them. There are various points, when the rhythm and choice of words don't quite work out. On this occasion, the spelling seems to be OK; unless I missed something. In english, when running for one's life; we tend to say "dear" life rather than "dearly life". We use dearly in different contexts, to dear. If a couple are getting married, then one of the two persons could be referred to as "dearly beloved"; for example. I have noticed elsewhere too, that you miss out the words which link other words together; occasionally. A teacher once told me, that they're known as "joining words". By reading lots of novels, people usually learn how to avoid that flaw; without even having to think about it. On a more positive note, this dainty write; still made me smile (just!). And, it's both light-hearted and presumably tongue-in-cheek. I liked your idea, of the trees; seeming to turn into zombies. That might be taken literally, even. But, if standing motionless in the dark; a naive young woman may easily become frightened and panic. So, this read from that perspective, of a woman feeling vulnerable and chased down by an unknown terror (which just happened to be zombies in this scenario); works quite well for me. The idea of a grumpy mask on a zombie, also amused me. Or, was this just a reference to how the zombie's face looked distorted? You may send other read requests to me, Jeyanthi.

[Jeyanthi]

Thanks for the feedback. I try to write in rhyme most of the times. I'll change "dearly life". The poem pointing out , the mask as" with head but no real face". It followed her, she thought it just was like one of the strangers but still masked. People wear masks, we trust them but when coming to face to face, then only we can see the changes becomes visible ( either they want us to turn like one of them or to hurt us). Thanks for kind words. 😊

[Twilight]

Well, it's good that you liked my review; and explained about your motivations when writing this. You may send me more "read requests", if you like. That would be good too.