A Chapter by freelancejouster









a crash or a clatter,

a pow or a bang,

a noise like no other,

and then nothing's the same.


for the shot was first sounded

and heard all around,

there were multiple scurries

but the man was not found.


the plip plops of footsteps,

turn to crunches on gravel,

and the loose ties are cinched,

when they begin to unravel.


the now sightless baker

turns a blind eye,

so the culprit's escaped

with a whoop and a cry.


with a hammering ruckus,

a sizzle and shake,

he runs over the ovens

and through the picket gate.


he heads for the hills

with a yell and a smile,

not thinking of frost bite

but of escaping for awhile.









© 2011 freelancejouster

Author's Note

onomatopoeia: the formation of a word, by imitation of a sound made by or associated with its referent.

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great job in portraying onomatopoeia. the rhyme is also very effective and adds an extra element to poem. the imagery is so that i can actually imagine the sounds in my mind. excellent job.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Good job ! I liked the descriptions, but I think the ending could have been better. Other then that, there's no problem, I really like it.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on March 4, 2011
Last Updated on July 13, 2011
Tags: definition, humor, violence, death, dark, noises




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