Earle Brown Poet Triolet

Watching a Nightmare

From an early sequel of “Nightmare on Elm Street”






I cringe when the blond woman screams
Reveal her where-about to the ruthless reaper of souls.
This nightmare will be her final dream.
I cringe when the blond woman screams.
Death has a face that can not be seen.
He stole her breath with steel, so cold.
I cringe when the blond woman screams
Reveal her where-about to the ruthless reaper of souls.

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Wilma Neels July 26, 2010 at 11:13 AM Earle all the best for the contest.. Not a nice piece to read this time of night hehe Jk enjoyed this tremendously :) Wilma

John Freeman July 25, 2010 at 4:15 PM Thanks Earle, for sharing your Triolet with us. I think this is the first time I've seen you poems. Sorry I haven't been over to see you before. Thanks for your gracious comment on my site. Agape, Moses

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 25, 2010 at 12:11 PM Nice one Earle.. good luck in Andrea's Triolette contest.. never saw any of these films but my kids did.. too gruesome for me.. with luv..

Kabuteng P.Ink K. July 25, 2010 at 8:24 AM This is such a chilling take on Andrea's triolet challenge Earle-- enjoyed it :) eeek is Freddy here already??? Wish you the best in her contest :)

Francine Roberts July 25, 2010 at 7:58 AM good creepy little triolet, good luck in the contest