Treasure Island

Professor Plum


The Ballad of Bostian's Bridge


it screamed through trees
while they giggled and
gulped beer eager for the
wreck of 1891

shadows spit gobbets
of black diesel fuel and
an engine head light bright
sparked the forest floor

wires were at right angles
with humid leaves wambling
and rocks crunching under
foot on a phantom trestle

he saw it far too late
the roaring specter (scrambling)
breath coming quickly and
that final panicked notion

pushing her off and then heeding
the sound of bones beside
the wires still at right angles
it all finished and everything quit

Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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  • Ed Nigma (7/21/2014 9:47:00 AM)

    I enjoyed this piece cause of the imagination that paints a picture where there is very defined boundaries but you bend the rules with the imagery which is always a treat. I will say I also enjoyed reading the first 2 lines from each stanza and then the full 4 lines of the very last stanza to finish it off it was kind of neat in that way. Check it out.

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