imaginary garden Fireblossom Friday : “The Distorted Lens”
So, your task is to write from the point of view of someone who is seeing reality through a distorted lens.
Pink Girl and Blue Boy
(Mom’s ceramic phase)
sat on the dresser
ignored for the most part
I didn’t like them
but … well, Mom made them.
I picked them up, dusting beneath
then placed them back carelessly,
started to walk away. I felt eyes on
my back, chills on my flesh,
evil in the room and looked behind.
They were glaring at me. I felt their
hate, their spite. I told them it wasn’t
me who had imprisoned them there.
They just glared, nostrils flared,
I was scared to death. Death was in
their minds. I walked back and with
a swipe of my hand swept them to
the tiled floor. Swept up the mess
as my husband ran up the stairs.
You okay, he asked. I told him what
had happened. I didn’t understand
the strange look in his eyes. It began
to be perfectly clear though. Disembodied
spirits like to choose their own hosts.
I’m going to watch him really close.
Oh my GOODNESS, you have so nailed paranoia and a descent into scary realms. This is wonderfully done.
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Thank you, Sherry
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Paranoia strikes deep. Got to watch those figurines, they have nothing but evil on their awful little minds. Nice capture of a moment and a delusion.
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creepy. my grandmother had these two on a mantle…
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ut oh
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Yeppers – rut roh….
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Yes, indeed, Hubby watch it!!! But also, Debi (or your writer), watch your back now!!! This was a fun poem to read, the action went fast for so many lines. Good Job!!!
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Eerie, with a final twist. Nicely done.
Now – watch your back.
Namaste,
JzB
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This seems to be just the beginning… more and worse to come. This could be the beginning of a terrible horror movie.
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It was the beginning of a horrible movie. This really happened but to my husband. He was diagnosed schizophrenia with paranoia. It was a scary time and ended with his suicide.
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Ha, much enjoyed. k.
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Oh Debi, this is an eerie beginning to a short story or novel. Love it!
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I can see how these dolls can set the paranoia off, especially if one is susceptable to the spirit world. I think you put this across well in your poem.
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Goodness me! Scary……chills
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The paranoia here is so palpable I could sense it in my bones! Beautifully rendered.
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Oh, I love this dark piece!
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kaykuala
Disembodied
spirits like to choose their own hosts.
I’m going to watch him really close.
It is scary knowing one is so vulnerable and knowing it can be triggered off from or by someone so dear!
Hank
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Yes, Hank, that is true
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Infection only needs a crack, the tiniest of openings, to work its way in and commence devouring it all. Infected minds can tell just where that infection comes from, either, nor how to treat it. Great response to Fireblossom’s challenge.
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Thanks
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A disturbing write, Debi…so sorry to hear about your husband’s brain disorder and tragic end! Are you familiar with nami.org ?
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No, I’m not. What is it?
Oh, I see. I looked it up. Thanks, Lynn for the info.
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NAMI is National Alliance on Mental Illness; active in U.S. and Canada, maybe Mexico? The website has a lot of good resources. NAMI supports people with brain disorders (and their family members) through classes, support groups, and advocacy.
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Thank you for letting me know about this.
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You’re welcome! My dad lives with bi-polar disorder (doing well) and I’m a co-teacher for NAMI Family to Family class.
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