AFTER THE STORM by Rhonda Parrish
October 20, 2010 Poetry Tags: poem
The snow glistened white, pure and sweet
the wind had blown, thawing the top layer
that it might freeze again, a thin crust
like sugar on creme brulee.
She’d never learned to walk, it seemed
and it was too late to master the trick
Her grey fingers, pudgy with dimpled knuckles,
splayed wide upon the ground and she crawled
inching forward, bit by bit.
Behind her, the thing that had been her mother
shambled forward through the snow to her knees
it tripped her, and she tumbled forward
into the drift. Buried, flailing like a swimmer
going down for the third time.
But the infant continued on, little by little.
Her lips curled into a snarl
her stomach screaming with a hunger
no bottle could sate.
Ew. Very good.
Comment by Pete Bevan on October 21, 2010 @ 2:27 am
This was really good. The baby angle is one that I haven’t tried out yet because it’ll be a tough one for me. You did a great job, and in poetic form to boot.
Comment by Barrett on October 21, 2010 @ 2:14 pm
man,that was ……. very creepy. the baby angle was unexpected. nice job.
Comment by zombieguyj on October 22, 2010 @ 12:43 pm
What a sad and poignant poem. I close my eyes and can see the scene so clearly. Thank You
Comment by David Daly on October 23, 2010 @ 6:16 pm
Wow. Very well-written but very disturbing, too. I have a hunch this one will stay with me for a while.
Comment by Beth Cato on October 24, 2010 @ 12:19 pm
Best…zombie…poem…ever!
Comment by Cherry Darling on November 3, 2010 @ 12:45 pm
*Blushes*
You guys are awesome. Thank you for all the incredibly positive comments. You rock!
Comment by Rhonda on November 9, 2010 @ 1:42 pm
This a very interesting poem, i enjoyed it. Thanks for posting.
Comment by ChaosPeng on December 9, 2010 @ 8:15 am