Tuesday, January 29, 2008

A Day From…

Eyes are open
But there is no light
The sky is rippled with the colors of shadow
And despair
The journey of one moon has brought with it
The Underworld
Superimposed on my own

Brimstone of ice
Scorching cold
Wind’s fierce breath in my hair
Searing my skin
His coarse groan whispering in my ear

Ghosts of ice
Misty mignons across my path
The bottom-feeders of Hell
Float in their onward dance
For souls to claim
Wanderers with malicious intent

Fractured grass
Frozen in its brittle pain
Pushes through rough ice
The world awash with death

Out of sight in the haze and fog
The devil himself plays among skeletal trees
Whipping Wind into an angry frenzy
Grinding Temperature into submission
Until suffering is universal

This day
January 29
Belongs to Hell


The Quoibler said...

Hey! I think you're taking that prayer rejection a little hard there, Hoodie...

Seriously, I like this poem quite a bit. And my yesterday (January 29th) was certainly hellish on some levels, so perhaps you have something there.

On a humorous note, why isn't there a "Hell Day"? I mean, there's a day to celebrate everything from sour milk to green phlegm (or perhaps I exaggerate). Let's call January 29 "Hell Day" each year!


Hoodie said...


What does it take to create an official holiday?

They say Hell is hot, but in my mind yesterday's weather is the epitome of suffering. At least fire is cheerful!

Absolute Vanilla (& Atyllah) said...

That conjures up such cold imagery that I'm going to have to take myself off right away and crawl under the duvet - despite the fact that it has been baking hot here all day.

SzélsőFa said...

Really descritive vivid imaginery, Hoodie - quite frightening, too.

ChristineEldin said...

"What does it take to create an official holiday?"

Hahahaha!! You mean "Helliday"

Yikes! That was a scary poem. Who is he and I will beat him up.

Vesper said...

Cold can burn you...

Beautiful poem with such strong and ...hellish images!

Hoodie said...

Vanilla - Baking HOT??? Can I come over?

Szelsofa - Thank you. As I drove through it that morning I kept thinking - this is the perfect setting for an Edgar Allen Poe story.

Christine - Has Churh Lady gone on hiatus? Who is he? Old man winter.

Vesper - Sometimes the wind here is so cold it really does feel like it's burning.

Jaye Wells said...

I'm glad this was just the winter doldrums catching up with you. At first I was worried something horrible had happened.

Beth said...

I really love the way you write. Mignons. What a beautiful word.

Beth said...

I miss you. I hope you're okay.

Hoodie said...

I'm okay. Just have some big stuff happening. I'll post very soon!