My pal Jamie from Duward Discussion has reintroduced her wonderful weekly feature. Take This Tune provides a musical prompt each week, usually a video with the song lyrics. The task is to write something inspired by the song or something in the lyrics.
This week's prompt is the song Ain't Talking by Bob Dylan, from the album Modern Times.
Now I don't consider myself a Dylan fan, although I have tremendous respect for him as a poet and songwriter. I thought that this was a great opportunity to sit down and work out a poem.
Funny thing though...I hadn't intended a sonnet, nor did I intend something quite so dark. But such is the way of the words.
Kitties, puppies, bunnies is my mantra
When the big bad scaries infuse my dreams
With lavender and orange dahlias,
Twisting sweetness to malign travesty.
Morose is the hand that guides freakish tour,
Pointing the way toward spectral vastness,
And beings heard but unseen behind doors...
The ghoulish threat of mayhem and madness.
Engulf'd now in this panick'd mind's prison,
To become this corner'd lonely buffoon.
How came I to bend thought to these visions?
Just that one glance did I take at gray moon.
How came I to this persistent prowling?
Can no one cure me of this mad howling?
Yes Lana, I'm off to Google images of puppies...or perhaps Youtube for giggling babies.
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