Sensing foulness of mood
they slither out from dark places –
whirling wisps of putrid insinuation

Clever they are, and almost imperceptible
but I am clever also, have succumbed
one too many times to the deceit

will not be played by the mutterings
prodding me to find fault with others
to claim myself unjustly wronged.

With the force of a mountain
I stand fast, repel the daemons,
command uncompromising clarity.

Hissing with disappointment,
the spineless creatures retreat,
disappear to plot their next attack.

(Tonight’s prompt at dVerse comes from Jilly who challenges us to write about the unseen.  I am also including this post in Ragtag Community’s challenge: play.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

33 thoughts on “Malevolent”

  1. keep em at bay as best we can, without em we might not know what faith was. I like the shange from hissing soft descending sounds to crisp sharp clarions in the 4th stanza as the poet stands fast. Sound reflects the idea. Nissseleee Dunnne.

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  2. Outstanding word choices make this poem more than it appears on first read. Putrid insinuation / muttering – these give this poem a dank feel, like mildew creeping in, but your use of the sibilant sounds in the final stanza make us realize the serpent as it slinks away. We might not mind if it weren’t for the ending telling us it will be back; chills. Such grand writing!

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