Friday, 9 October 2009

Have I cheated Death?

I woke with a start.
Was that a bump?
It was pitch dark.
Who is that there?
Had to check up.
Put my robe on.
Quiet down the stair.
Open the back door.
Hair stands on end.
Am grabbed from behind.
What is going on?
Whisked off my feet.
Can't even call out.
Put into a boat.
And Charon he says:
"Coin in my hand."
Then opens my mouth.
I panic and squirm.
A tooth he extracts.
My gold capped one.
He examines it well.
And loosens his grip.
I'm over the side.
In the River Styx.
The river of death.
Swim to the shore.
Run back home fast.
In through the door.
Climb up the stairs.
Get into my bed.
Am asleep in a sec.
Dead to the world!
Wake soaked in sweat.
That wasn't a dream.
I have cheated death.
Just for a bit!

(Image by Cecil Keating for Penguin Classics "Satirical Sketches" by Lucian. 1961)


  1. I liked that, a good story in a short space :)

  2. I like the pace created in this short piece.


  3. Wonderful imagery, it took me right with it!

  4. Very poetic and hectic all at once. Good work.

  5. Wonderful. This is one of the best I've read. Thank you.

  6. well done. I enjoyed this one a lot.

  7. Wonderful but a bit scary too. I would think death would not take too kindly to being cheated and would exact a price...

  8. For this prompt, your style of short sentences and questions heightened my senses. well-done.
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  9. You have always been so proud of your gold tooth. Love the short fast sentences.