The Meadow Man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

A story poem.

It was a pleasant day in Ireland

There wasn't a cloud in the sky

A girl sat alone in the meadow

Without a trouble in sight

She looked to the left and right of her

But all she ever did see

Was the tall, green grass of the Meadow

Sometimes a rabbit in flee

But one strange time she looked to the left

And could have sworn she'd seen a man.

He stood around 6 feet tall,

A bouquet of flowers in his hand

But she looked again and the man was gone

She thought she must be growing tired

So she stood in the tall thick grass of the meadow

And began to head home for a shower

"What could have made me see the man" she thought

"He seemed so real he was there!

For I could see the bouquet in his hand

And a thick, brown head of hair!"

Suddenly the girl heard footsteps

She turned in the blink of an eye

Once again she saw the man

She knew her eyes didn't lie

He stood in the street a bouquet in his hand

But was gone in the blink of an eye

Could the man have been a ghost?

She now began to panic

Her walk turned into a run

When she got home she ran inside

Her eyes as bright as the sun

She went to the bathroom to take a shower

What did she see? A bouquet of flowers

She let out a shriek that could break a mirror

This was the worst she had been in fear

She went to her room in a nervous cry

Why her! Why her oh why!

She sat on the bed and let out a sigh

Putting both hands on her thigh

When she looked up she saw the man

Standing in front of the closet

Tears began to flow from her eyes

As if they were a faucet

"Please my darling please don't cry"

He said approaching a twinkle in his eye

"Don't you worry, it'll be over soon

For I am here and I bring doom

You are going to die" 

He said with a smile stroking her thigh

The girl heard his words and began to fight 

She kicked and punched with all her might 

But it did not matter for he drew a knife

And struck it down to end her life

He heard a scream someone had seen 

There was no way that he could flee 

Thinking quickly he reached for the knife 

Driving it through his chest to end his own life 

The beatiful girl and the murderer layed 

Blood on the bed from the two people slayed 

Both of the victims died in fear

and now the repeat the story every year

It is a pleasant day in Ireland

There isn't a cloud in the sky

A girl sits alone in the meadow

Without a trouble in sight

She looks to the left and right of her

But all she ever does see

Is the tall, green grass of the Meadow

Sometimes a rabbit in flee

But one strange time she looks to the left

And can sware she sees a man.

He stands around 6 feet tall,

A bouquet of flowers in his hand


Submitted: April 19, 2010

© Copyright 2022 Matthew Swanton . All rights reserved.

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XxirritatedonexX

I liked how the story repeated at the end.

Wed, April 21st, 2010 8:55pm

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thank you

Wed, April 21st, 2010 9:56pm

xXmadzXx

Wow. This was incredibly amazing. I really love your work. (and Ireland :o) Good job. (p.s. if you like the lyrical tone of the Irish, I suggest the book "Angela's Ashes" by Frank McCourt)

Thu, May 13th, 2010 5:20pm

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I've read angela's ashes and it is one of my favorite books, Frank McCourt is my hero!!!

Mon, May 17th, 2010 8:30am

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