The Tiamat- and the Forest-Boughs
Author: Dennis Siluk
Here is a short poem on one of Dennis' moreliked creatures, more liked by him, and other folks that like that science ficiton stuff, not me. Rosa
I heard the wet hoofs of the Tiamat: Saw lightening flashes from her eyes, Illumed my way as I tried to escape, (Amazed was I)) Hiding in the deep Forest-boughs))—and narrowly did I!
But she retraced—one by one, my steps: I could see her teeth, and towering head A tempest of terror, with hungry despair—!
For within a few minutes I decried—as she Blended in, indistinguishable—among the Bulk of the forest…massive boughs.
I thought as I drew back (The sound of My heart Loud with vibrations): “I bid this old cursed world farewell!”
Then her demoniac fury brought The holocaust upon me; Forthwith, I knew now, not where I am…! Nor have I Refuge with the eerie fiends.
7/27/2006 #1397 Written at El Parquetito Café, Lima, Peru
Note: in writing out the new short story of: “The Tiamat of Titan,” at the El Parquetito Café, this sunny afternoon Wednesday, in Lima, Peru, Miraflores, the poem came to me suddenly, and I had to order a second cup of coffee to finish it. The story being about the birth of the Tiamat; in the past I’ve done several poems, and a few short stories on the Tiamat, and three books. Somehow this creature has come into my life, and never seems to leave.
Dennis Siluk's Last Articles :
The Avelinos (in English and Spanish)
Israel Half Victorious (An Opinion) (Part of WWIII))
Legend of the Archangel of Tarma (A Poetic Fable)
The Legend of Mummy Mountain & The Parrots of the Andes
The Blue Valley, The Mighty Sore Foot & The Wankas of Arwaturo Ruins (In English and Spanish)
Early Breakfast in Huancayo (In English and Spanish)
War Poems and Epigrams [In Spanish and English]
Three Motif Poems: A Cage Without a Top
Cowards: Syria and Iran: While Lebanon Does the Dirty Work
Planet of Gray Dawn (SSARG III: Chapters 11,12, and 13)
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