Sunday, 4 March 2012

I Just Know Things...


Image by Sarolta Ban
 “I just know things”
she had whispered softly,
thin cold hands
combed through his hair,
brushed escaping wisp
from sweat beaded forehead
 “And you must know that I really care?”

He had thought her
some famous psychic
able to read his troubled thoughts;
some shrink wise to his chaos,
knew he was fraught,
nearing madness…

She’d picked him up
at some drinking hell hole,
slumped over half-drunk whisky,
racked with emotion,
slurring he was steeped in badness,
that his God would forsake him…

“No Sir” she had interjected
“you have a soul worth saving,
let me take you home,
let me give you love and succour,
let make you whole again.”

Drink sodden
he had drunk her potion,
entered her thin cold body,
inhaled her cold dank breath,
died there alone
in that cold lonely *bedsit
embraced within the arms of death. 

Anna :o]

*A bedsit is a form of rented accommodation consisting of a single room and shared bathroom and kitchen, an American equivalent would be a SRO or rooming house.

With thanks to Tess at The Mag for the inspiration.

27 comments:

Jenny Woolf said...

This manages to be chilling yet moving. Well done!

Brian Miller said...

such a sad tale...well told though and i think i know a few that have succumbed similarly to her charms...

Dr Erhumu said...

Several themes run through my mind after reading this;dangers of alcohol, depression and lust.

Other Mary said...

Oh Anna, chilling and sad, and so well penned! This is one of my favorites!

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Charming she is!
What a dangerous woman!

Really nice take!
:)

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Whoa, baby! Glad you stopped by my blog so I could read this. So sad and yet that release was probably what he craved most... Very Bukowski in its stark reality. Fine. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/03/02/twofer-six-wd-sat-and-carnegie-hall/

Martin said...

A dark and menacing tale, indeed.

kaykuala said...

A sad tale, Anna! There may have been many such episodes that had gone by. Sad and moving! Great write!

Hank

Wander said...

I find this to be a very well done poem, thank you!

Wander

http://wanderwithoutbeinglost.blogspot.com

jabblog said...

A sad tale of loneliness and despair - well written.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Thanks for your kind comments folks!

Anna :o]

Mama Zen said...

Chilling! I like it!

Berowne said...

Remarkably inventive take on the prompt...

Trellissimo said...

Grim! But clever...

Sue said...

Boy, this one hits hard.
All too real for far too many.

Well done.

=)

ds said...

Powerful stuff here. That Lady is dangerous... Thank you.

Lydia said...

Well, this is totally brilliant and as mesmerizing as she is to those who fall.....

Little Nell said...

Too trusting by half - like so many, it led to his demise. Chilling.

Tess Kincaid said...

Shivers!

jen revved said...

moving, lyrical, painful... having nearly been claimed by drink and most of my family the same.. great tenderness in this poem. xxxj

Muhammad Israr said...

very chilling...scary...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Thanks for your most welcome comments folks.

Anna :o]

Paige said...

the atmosphere: cold and minimal
a room that is suspended in time-
it is painted here so clearly.
great, your poem scared me.

Jannie Funster said...

That's really sad. I forget that scenes like that really do go on.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Thanks Paige and Jannie for your welcome comments.

Anna :o]

Laurel's Quill said...

Whoa! Now that's dark...but wierdly enough, it kinda made me smile...and I don't know why:) Laurel

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Thanks for your welcome comment Laurel.

Anna :o]