In the Shed
.
It's in the shed, she said
You go look for yourself
.
Memories were coming
Coming back, haunting me
Nothing good ever came
Never from in the shed
.
My cat died in the shed
Father's strap, spanking there
Once smoked terrible stuff,
in that shed, oh so sick,
Stirring there, I don't go
.
Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Stirring there, I don't go
.
Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
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Today I'm linked with Hedgewitch at the Real Toads, Flash Fiction 55
Rules are to "write a poem, prose poem, or piece of flash fiction which uses exactly 55 words to tell its story." Mine is 55 words with title. It's fiction but could be true for some.
For me it was the basement. Very creepy little tale, Jim. Thanks for participating in the 55.
ReplyDeleteSome places are best avoided, especially if they contain negative vibes.
ReplyDeletepowerful, Jim ~
ReplyDeleteOK, my playhouse was in the shed .. I never smoked in the shed .. I never had a spanking in the shed (or otherwise.) I did, however, sneak a swig of beer in the shed!
ReplyDeleteOh, this is powerful-I can smell smoke! I think we all have a place-we don't go~
ReplyDeleteSo descriptive-sorry it has bad memories~
Haunted places! Mine was a dark hallway.
ReplyDeleteMemories.. how they can haunt us.. ..really ominous poem. It could almost be a beginning of a book... yes it would make a terrific start of memoirs...
ReplyDeleteYes, bad memories in the shed, dont go there! Good one, Jim.
ReplyDeleteuh-oh, steer clear.
ReplyDeletesome things better left where they are.
ReplyDeleteOh how memories and places can haunt us.
ReplyDeleteI say stay out of the shed and leave the memories locked there and find a new place to visit..
ReplyDeletePlease stay away from the shed, Dr Jim :)
ReplyDelete