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Charon

Contributed by AJG on Tuesday, 15th August 2006 @ 12:01:52 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



A single, slightly damp silver coin plunked into a bony hand
Exacting change
We cross in silence

"How do you like your job?"
I ask, just trying to make small talk.
"I mean, it must get a little boring going back and forth
for eternitiy. "That's some shift."
He probably has a good medical plan I think to myself

"You could probably raise your rates.
Who ever heard of a price freeze lasting thousands of years?"
I think I see him ruminating
"Or, how about ferrying groups of people at the same time"
At least there would be others to talk to
I think to myself.

"Little cold down here, eh?" I ask ironically
"You got anything to snack on? It's been a few days since I've eaten"
I quickly realize that I have no stomach.
Hmm...Hunger and no stomach...we must be getting closer to hell.
Still a bit chilly. Though it's probably more the company I'm in.

"Hey I think I see the other side."
I say excitedly, half hoping the ferryman will join in my enthusiasm
Tough crowd.
The bow hits the shore without slowing down.
I fall to the floor, but the Ferryman doesn't budge an inch.
"This must be my stop, I guess."
I extend my hand gratefully.
I should have guessed. no stomach...no hands either,

"Well, thanks a lot for the ride, sir."
"And it was really nice talking with you."
"Good luck with everything,
Maybe I'll meet your boss and we can get you a coffee break or something.
Or, maybe a small outboard motor."

I jump onto the firm shore
Only to be hit with something really hard.
"Hey...did you see what the hell hit me?"
But he was gone.
I stood on the shore
with a silver coin at my feet.









Copyright © AJG ... [ 2006-08-15 00:01:52]
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Re: Charon (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 15th August 2006 @ 01:12:03 AM AEST
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Veru intrieging write.
huggs,
emy
what palnet did u say u came from?
You're an incredible writer.
'Capt this should say to be continued.


Re: Charon (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 15th August 2006 @ 02:17:20 AM AEST
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Lots of dialogue, a dialogue driven narrative that works very well. I like poetry that allows me to see as well as feel the emotions perceptions of the protagonist, thanks for the read

larkspur




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