The Pooka

The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, 
it cascades past my open window sill, 
and all the color fades to dark from light,
a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled.

The armoire's shadow strays across the floor.
I watch it from within my canopy bed. 
as a nightmare gallops through my open door,
a Pooka* black as coal with eyes which bled.

Its jaw agape red gore froths from his maw,
and it slowly paws the cover from my bed,
a scream freezes in my throat to bird-like caw,
it dips for me to mount, as I am led.

Upon a demon spawn, I scour the moor
'til dawn descends to end this foul glamour.

6/7/13

*The pooka is a primarily a creature of Irish folklore. Considered to be both bringers of good and bad fortune. The creatures were said to be shape changers which could take the appearance of black horses.
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Henderson Avatar
June 16, 2013 at 4:38 PM
My grandma lived in town, just beyond an overhead railroad crossing. When we slept over I was always on a couch in the living room facing the same crossing. As cars came over it from the other side the headlights played from the front left corner of the room, overhead to the bottom right corner. Being too young to realize the truth, I thought it was ghosts coming into the room, but would not tell anyone. I just covered my head. Not much help though.
Gildersleeve Avatar
June 15, 2013 at 7:53 PM
Creepy, scary and visibly effective. I admire your imagination and poetic talent. Warm Smiles, Connie
Kendrick Avatar
June 15, 2013 at 6:46 AM
Cute one but a terrible nightmare..I know that you were delighted to be able to awake from that one..I was afrighted to read that one..Thanks for stopping by..We had a nice trip but came back to a death..Cody's dad died on Friday morning..The funeral is on Sunday at 2 P.M..Sad for Cody to bury his dad on Father's Day...Sara
Dietrich Avatar
June 14, 2013 at 12:02 AM
oooh. a scary creature this one!!! But gosh, the scary contest is finished with. Is this for mythological beast? Good one!
Macmillan Avatar
June 8, 2013 at 7:27 PM
Hi! Thanks for the ideas, I'll try next week. I just responded to that American dream blog. I wonder what you'll make of my view??? I think this is what she was getting at... scary that I saw her point... makes my head hurt and somehow makes me want to write all night... but I can't. LOL.. ah,well, who knows what she will inspire out of me. Hugs and happy weekend, Dee. Is it raining there? I think I heard something about a storm coming! Let me know you're okay, okay? ;-)
Mohammed Avatar
June 8, 2013 at 6:16 AM
Very impressive stuff from you Debbie.Love it!
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
June 8, 2013 at 5:27 AM
Good bed time tale for the littly's here Debbie, really good xx
Trifiatis Avatar
June 8, 2013 at 3:28 AM
Beautifully creepy! Captivating with wonderful rhyme! Love it to read not to...dream though! Ha-ha!
Pettit Avatar
June 7, 2013 at 10:09 PM
Have you ever heard of the eighties video game "Dig Dug"? The character has to tunnel underground while killing creatures called a "pooka" and a "fygar". He can either inflate them until they explode, or drop rocks on them. Thanks for your explanation of the term "pooka". Good write as usual.
Horstkotter Avatar
June 7, 2013 at 7:44 PM
Very nice piece.
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