Friday Fictoneers

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Madison Woods. Every week a prompt photograph is posted and the fictioneers then produce a 100 word story. For more information go to Madison’s webpage at http://madison-woods.com/friday-fictioneers

This is my first solo effort 11 July 2012. Constructive feedback welcome, please comment.

Buzzard

copyright Roxann Phillips (dba Madison Woods)

Tick tock the time took toll
The sun of the afternoon sky fell
Beneath the brow of hill
Flown down with the fire to kill
Empty hunger gripped by desire
Eyes sharpened to points
Talons driven deep to fall
From Hell devour, anoint
With blood the charred ground
Soundless like a dream
Beyond the knoll
No swoop nor murmur
Heartless cruel pursuit of urge
Evolved from randomness
Unblessed un-cursed
A dirge without a tune
Beyond redemption
Dust to dust
Needs must digest
Until the conversion of the dew
And after night set silent moon
Begin again the time to kill

31 thoughts on “Friday Fictoneers”

    1. Now there’s an idea, Carrie. I once played the part of gargoyle who had been usurped by a rook in his quest for the love of an angel. Not quite as brutal as this was but I do like using animal puppets to perform serious drama… practically speaking the lines…hmmmm. Watch this space.

  1. I’ve always liked vultures and buzzards. No one else would want to do their job, and what they do is very important to the ecosystem. Your poem reminded me of the reaper, who also gets no respect for a job that must be done. Thanks for joining us!

  2. Love the dark imagery and beginning with the sharp alliteration set the tone so nicely! I appreciated the ‘randomness’ of the cruelty, ‘a dirge without a tune’. No reason, it just is.

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