Mud Zombies

Dark deep black pool

Bubbling gently, steam rising

Squelching mud

Oozes between my toes

Hot, sticking to my skin

Entering slowly, being engulfed

Disappearing within the dark slimy mud

All is quiet and still

Emerging from the pool

Each one covered

Bright eyes, white teeth

Skin black, faces covered

Struggling to stand

Slipping underfoot

Sliding, laughing, talking

Zombies awkwardly climbing out

Dark grey fades to light

Skin taught, crackling skin

Zombies moving slowly

Towards a hot pool

Diving in

Emerging quickly

Zombies disappeared

We are people once again.

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Alone

So today is the last day of #napowrimo. However inspired by many people I have decided to see if I can manage a poem a day for longer… who knows how long . Todays Prompt is to take a poem written this month and write the bottom line first until you get to the bottom of the poem which should be the top line.

Here is my backwards poem

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He kept his promise

He lifted her down off the rock, kissing her

She looked up and there he was in the distance

Hearing a noise was that his voice in the wind

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She felt so alone

Where was he? They were going to go crabbing

She could see the crabs playing on the bottom

Gazing down, the deep dark pool swirling around

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Sun warm on her head

Red skirt fluttering around her bare knees

Her hair flying in the blustery warm wind

Standing barefoot, her feet cold on the smooth rock