Quick shout out to NaPoWriMo.net for featuring my poem from yesterday! Go on there and check the links on each page and the participants for some GREAT WORK!
Hell beast!
Dreaded Minotaur!
All muscle, horn, teeth.
Each bend in the form, a spring.
Poised for recoil. Sharp, precise.
TD Bank vestibule,
Wall to ceiling to floor
Unmoving, placid green.
Dreaded Minotaur!
All muscle, horn, teeth.
Each bend in the form, a spring.
Poised for recoil. Sharp, precise.
TD Bank vestibule,
Wall to ceiling to floor
Unmoving, placid green.
The line for the ATM has thought better of itself.
The beast,
Reaching into its studded-leather wallet.
Inside a matching black jacket.
Ringed nose billowing smoke.
Eyes are blood
Eyes are seeking
Thumbs are fumbling.
Fingers too large for the pin pad.
Locked out of account.
A transaction is needed.
A sacrifice for sustenance.
The Beast hungers.
It did not escape the maze
It did not drink mead from the skulls of its foes.
It did not rampage the countryside by night and fill out the complicated paperwork for an account last Monday,
Only to be coddled by bank teller
Darren.
Requesting Social Security number
to quest for a solution.
The Beast will be satisfied.
It lowers its head.
Snaps its left hoof back in scraping motions.
Darren flees.
The smoke from its nose is filling the vestibule.
The beast opens its snout and lets forth
A wail of eternity’s lament.
The beast,
Reaching into its studded-leather wallet.
Inside a matching black jacket.
Ringed nose billowing smoke.
Eyes are blood
Eyes are seeking
Thumbs are fumbling.
Fingers too large for the pin pad.
Locked out of account.
A transaction is needed.
A sacrifice for sustenance.
The Beast hungers.
It did not escape the maze
It did not drink mead from the skulls of its foes.
It did not rampage the countryside by night and fill out the complicated paperwork for an account last Monday,
Only to be coddled by bank teller
Darren.
Requesting Social Security number
to quest for a solution.
The Beast will be satisfied.
It lowers its head.
Snaps its left hoof back in scraping motions.
Darren flees.
The smoke from its nose is filling the vestibule.
The beast opens its snout and lets forth
A wail of eternity’s lament.
Beast meets ATM.
A musical of electric zaps and fizzles,
Crunch of metal and hard plastic.
The scream of a toddler. Terror
or the demand for an encore?
Dollars of unfixed denominations
Falling like snow
Or ash
Or stars,
Littering the remnants of the massacred ATM,
As the Hell beast thrusts open the door. Glass splintering and clinking around it. Something has reawakened within it, and with this truth revealed,
It steps into the world to end its hunger.
A musical of electric zaps and fizzles,
Crunch of metal and hard plastic.
The scream of a toddler. Terror
or the demand for an encore?
Dollars of unfixed denominations
Falling like snow
Or ash
Or stars,
Littering the remnants of the massacred ATM,
As the Hell beast thrusts open the door. Glass splintering and clinking around it. Something has reawakened within it, and with this truth revealed,
It steps into the world to end its hunger.
Love the contrast of beast and machine! (also, I have definitely felt like an angry Minotaur when locked out of my accounts...)
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