Sir Eel

i sp(i)ced with your little ice

something beginning with dea(d)

 

 

you laughed sharp crackin(g)

glass and went looking for (t)ime

 

grim got (b)ored with waiting and

grilled his own toes for (s)upper

 

time ran out for (g)oo(d) behaviour

(d)ined with (d)eath on plum wine

28 thoughts on “Sir Eel

  1. kim881 says:

    Very creepy, clever wordplay – what are you on, Scribbles? The lines:
    ‘you laughed sharp crackin(g)
    glass and went looking for (t)ime’
    sent a shiver down my spine – and this is so dark:
    ‘time ran out for (g)oo(d) behaviour
    (d)ined with (d)eath on plum wine’.

  2. lillian says:

    grilled his own toes….and plum wine for Death…….well, these are certainly grim scenes! I must confess, I’ve never been good at reading poems the right way when there’s parentheses…so I just read ignoring them and that’s how I enjoyed this one…immensely!

  3. ladynyo says:

    Oh…yes, surreal! My brain is cotton and surreal parks it this morning. This grilling toes made my (what is it that crawls up your stomach when you see something of horror??) well, you did it, Paul. LOL! Plum wine and Death. Good combination.

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