Remnants

Remnants

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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( I must stop watching horror films at night, this is what my muse gave me this morning)

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dance on my heart dark darling
dance with your boots of black longing
dance till every drop
is drained and contaminated
with the dirt on the sole of
your loathing
dance as you have never danced before
dance with the remnants of ragged abuse
this time make sure the job is done
so the sun will set with gleeful satisfaction
so it won’t rise at daybreak
in the mourning

© 2024 Chris Shaw


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This poem had a feverish pace to it and a very palpable dark side. The dance is of hate and the speaker is bitter and knowing of the other half's abusive ways. The words drip with a sarcasm. Dear Chris, as always, you spin magic with your pen and pull the reader into this very intriguing scape. One wants to see more, learn more, read more....I loved this read!

Posted 42 Minutes Ago


WOW! This is so amazing! Really well expressed emotions.

Posted 6 Days Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Day Ago

Many thanks Plainly Meg. Pleased you stopped by. Happy Saturday.

Chris
Awesome. I love this and have felt this as most probably have at some point.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Days Ago

Thank you GeeKay. We all have a dark side, mine doesn’t show that often. Pleased you stopped by to.. read more
The word painting in this mural of horror is artistic with multiple metaphors.
"dance till every drop
is drained and contaminated
with the dirt on the sole of
your loathing"
Great lines.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Days Ago

Thank you Soren. The artist’s paint was a bit black here, though as always I appreciate your thoug.. read more


if I told you just how good this was, I might just frit my self .. Neville :)

Posted 1 Week Ago


Neville

1 Week Ago


you can beat an egg etc etc but you just can't beat a bit o noir now n again .. Neville
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Chris Shaw

6 Days Ago

Your French needs brushing up my friend :)
Neville

6 Days Ago


mange tout ..
Dark dancing. I love it. Dark deep dancing.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you Ken. Frightened myself writing this one :) Many thanks and be sure to have a happy Sunday.. read more
Wonderfully macabre, almost whimsically so. The movies that came to mind (though no dancing that I recall anyway) was the 1961 film ‘Mr Sardonicus’ and “The man who Laughs”, more so the second than the first. Who knows why my brain veered that way, other than I’m just weird I suppose. Good job as always.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you Lore Keeoer, I don’t usually do dark and scary, but this one just poured forth and so I .. read more
Lore Keeper

1 Week Ago

You’re welcome, I don’t get to review as often as I would like but look forward to seeing what y.. read more
This has that haunting horror feel. What was the movie Chris? As always poetically perfect.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thanks Andrew. So haunting, I can’t even remember its name. Have a happy Sunday.

C.. read more
I like when your shadow writes.

It feels good sometimes doesn't it?


Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

If it’s full of gore, I won’t go there, if it’s a psychological thriller, I might.
Davidgeo

1 Week Ago

It's definitely rated R. I can't if it's too gory but it does have some. Relatively speaking it's .. read more
Davidgeo

1 Week Ago

and I think you like physics... that movie would be considered "horror physics"... or "horror math"
Powerful writing. Scary stuff.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you Thomas. I appreciate your visit.

Chris

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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