Nightmare, NaPoWriMo


The Scream,” by Edvard Munch. [Public Domain] “This version, executed in 1910 in tempera on cardboard, was stolen from the Munch Museum in 2004, and recovered in 2006.” Wikipedia.

Blood, here sprayed

like a scream.


And whispers,

frantic tongues


beneath the whys

of language.


Scrabbling, urging tongues

you recall, feverish,


you want–

some other time—


a when

before this dream—


you can almost see

the blush of the before,


and you open your mouth

but there’s no sound


(scream, no scream)


only the cackling around you

and you wonder


(What if the nightmare

never ends?)



Today’s prompt for Day 13 of NaPoWriMo is to write a poem about something spooky. I briefly consulted the Oracle early this morning, and she gave me some words and tips for this poem. But I know this isn’t my real message. I’ll consult her again later.






31 thoughts on “Nightmare, NaPoWriMo

  1. Well I spent my childhood hooked on horror films (one wonders why I turned out so outwardly cheerful 🤪) so any tale of nightmarish terror is going to intrigue me and this certainly did. The oracle and you are going spooky and so early for Halloween. Scream, no scream! Scary stuff 👏👏🎃

    • Thank you! I like some horror films–not the blood and gore kind, but the psychological kind that terrify me. 🙂 I guess sometimes I like to see if I can write something a bit different. 🙂

      • I agree, the 90’s turned horror into a comedic bloodbath but those ones that make the skin stand on end without a single glimpse of blood or a severed head can be so exhilarating. The Strangers is my case in point with Liv Tyler, although the end is well… troubling! 🤭
        I think you can turn your hand to any style and still fly 💃🏻

  2. The sprayed blood reminds me of my powder room. But that was a mistake that has not yet been corrected. I hired a guy who was supposed to be good at faux painting to use gold, burgundy, and a hit of metallic gold. But it looks like a CSI scene with blood spatter all over the gold walls. NOT what I had told him to do.

  3. Blood, here sprayed
    like a scream.
    And whispers,
    frantic tongues
    beneath the whys
    of language.

    Powerful words! This is definitely an unsettling piece, and the fact that it takes place all in silence as per the painting, makes it even more so. I love it!

    I consulted the Oracle for my Day 13. She made me work for that message, and even then I’m not sure it was entirely everything she meant!

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