Chasm


by
L.P. Stribling

Wicked games they played back then,

Childhood trickery (painful trickery), all masked in fun,

One was called the Sin of Chasm,

And she was the lucky one,

The chant still sticks –

First comes Faith, at the end, Reward,

Don’t look down,

At the Chasm of Gore,

The chittering teeth, the rot of the pits,

Lose your wits and they’ll ask for more,

But think of the reward!

The rope was taught between the rooftops,

And night around us – starry and cold,

The schoolyard dirt was the chasm below,

But naught to be seen in the frosty chill

of those evenings.

“Next Walker, Next slave!”

“Fallers force the Daybreak!”

Erma was a friend that night,

A friend of a friend,

She came not to be seen, but to watch,

Last girl in sight,

But the Chasm hungered, and forced a growl,

“Next Walker, Next Slave,

Chasm’s Worms on the prowl!”

She shook her head, shook her legs,

Tried to shake herself from their icky hands.

They pulled and prodded and forced her to stand,

Feet on the edge, and pushed up her hands.

She balanced and shook, and tears filled her eyes,

And the first step she took held our breath in the night,

Three steps across, we could hear her sniffles, her whines,

Though not a word did she yell, when her feet missed the line.

Not a second passed then,

Plop – crack, plop.

She was still.

I looked down at the rope,

Eddie picked his hands off the line,

Wiped them on his outer vinyl.

His words loosed a gasp of smoke into the air,

“Nope!” he laughed.

“The Chasm claims another victim!”

Victory hit him and his arms darted

Over his head, Over his head.

He cheered in the night.

It was cold, so cold,

And under the stars, who knows how long she lay,

Before they found her,

Dismembered, I imagine,

A quiet girl, a lonely fall,

Victim to the Chasm.

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Read Them Fairy Tales


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This is quite probably the most inspirational interview I’ve read in quite some time. It’s certainly the most inspirational one I’ve read this year.

It has to do with reading.

I’ve written several posts in the past addressing the issue, but Neil Gaiman tends to give the consistent edge on what I’m trying to deliver. Thanks, Neil.

I won’t drone on in any protracted form here; there’s nothing I can pen in this space which will add any more weight to Gaiman’s already eloquently presented position. I am placing his words here (at least providing the link) because I champion his position with every bit of me there is. Humanity is a magical creature that, comically, does not understand its own power. Reading, as a wizard keeping fresh the spells of his craft, is of the most essential skills of our kind.

Einstein (*as you’ll see in the article) said it best when he mentioned how fairy tales should be used.

Again, my thanks to Neil, and all my fellow writers and readers out there. Your torches are our suns.

-lp

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/oct/15/neil-gaiman-future-libraries-reading-daydreaming?CMP=share_btn_link


Put this one in a while back. Yay for candy poetry!

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A week without chocolate,

Not recommended,

Payday’s on Friday,

And I’ve already spent it,

……..

Ice cream and Hershey’s,

A few days away,

I put chocolate-chip cookies,

On layaway,

…….

Ding-dongs and doughnuts,

Are packed in my pockets,

In cupboards and closets,

Are boxes of chocolates,

……….

It’s really quite possible,

I have an obsession,

I snort M&Ms,

It’s my chocolate confession,

………

Two days to go,

Don’t think I can make it,

I’m having fantasies,

Of chocolate cake – naked

………

I try to eat healthy,

And not cheat, slip, or fail,

But a milk chocolate bunny,

Has no need for a tail,

……….

Finally, the weekend!

Celebration!

………..

Reaching my goal,

Makes me feel like a tower,

Time to pick up the wrappers,

That I hid in my shower.

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