Friday, 30 September 2011

Blogger Zombie Walk 2011

The blogger zombie walk 2011 organised by Ghost Hunting Theories is here. Pour your favourite brew, turn out the lights, lock your doors and settle in for some zombie mayhem. With over 60 blogs participating I hope you know how to survive. My offerings include my poem Cold Hearted and an entry from my dream journal.





Cold Hearted
by Katy Bennett

Cold, colder, colder.
Dead heart hungers
for a warm fire, flames
popping, spluttering, flickering
in the hearth. Dancing
and melding in the hearth.

Embraced in Death’s cold grip
she clawed her way out
of the ground, clawing and crawling
her way free of the ground, wriggling
and screaming her way free of the ground.

Lifeless eyes seeing the night
searching a warm fire, she stumbles
her way through the night, shivering
her way through the night.

The moon her silver guide leads
her to an old familiar place. Her icy
breath a white fog floating in the air.

Yearning for heat to melt the ice
from around her heart. A memory
of a man’s face flitters through
her decaying mind, fluttering
and twisting in her decaying mind.

Chestnuts roasting over flames, laughing
into the early hours of morning. Cheeks
glowing red from the heat.

The wind howls pushing
her onwards, faster. At the bottom
of an unlit lane she pushes open
a rusty gate. Squealing and shrieking
on its hinges. Crying and moaning
on its hinges.

Familiarity tugs her up to the flaking
wooden door. Disturbed cobwebs flap
on grimy window panes. She enters
the abandoned cottage. Once her home
now a strange and damp place.
A musty and dead place.

Into the living room she goes, ashes
fill the hearth. The fire died long ago.

XXXXXX
A Dream - The Kidnapper and the Zombies

One dream that I had a few years ago and that I still remember today is one in which I was in the back of a minicab. The minicab driver was taking me somewhere I didn't want to go, I was desperately trying to phone for help on my mobile phone and the damn thing refused to work.

Eventually we drove into an underground multi-storey car park, there were other cars and people here too. A woman was singing and somehow she cut herself, a single drop of blood fell from her lips. The ground split open and a huge serpent shot out of the crack, there was a flashing of brightly and multi-coloured lights and the serpent ate the woman. Next thing I know, I've thrown myself down on the floor between the backseat and driver's seat. Zombies began crawling out of the ground and munching on the other people, they attacked the cab driver who had kidnapped me. Then in typical fashion, I woke up.

xxxx

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Visit the other participating blogs to continue feeding your zombie frenzy:


Ghost Hunting Theories
Above the Norm: Bizarre Arizona
Zombies Everywhere
Holly's Horrorland
Little Gothic Horrors
Anything Horror
Bubba's Place
Horror Smorgasbord
Gnostalgia
Monkey Man
Words and Music
Red Shoes Chronicles
The Wolf's Eyes
My Day in a Sentence
Pixie's Horror Galore
Strange State
The Misadventures of HalloweeNut
Halloween Blues
Kweeny Todd
The California Blogging Massacre
Horror Shock Lolipop
Vanessa Morgan
Improbable Frontiers
No Really, You Can Eat It
Art By Living Dead Girl Nicole
Two Gory Chicks
A Dust Bunny in the Wind
A Ghoul's Best Friend
Zombies Are Magic
Cherry Neko Saves the World
Tall Tales
At the Mansion of Madness
The Haunted Rose
The Rotting Zombie
Halloween Overkill
Out of the Shadows
Creepy Glow Keyhole Gallery
Creepy Glowbugg
Bifocal Univision
Haiku-Koo-Koo
Sherry Soule
Anchors and Roses
Paranormal Researchers Group
Whispering Pines History
Lovely Miss Megs
Sean Thomas Fisher's Blogwash
Rise and Fight
Stump Town Horror
LoliClown's Little Blog of Horror
Zombies Can't Love
Books and Beyond
The Grave Bandits
Screaming Goregasms
Lazy Daisy Life
Icky Monster
Pretty in Fiction
Ivy's Closet
Justine's Halloween
Annie Walls
Just Johnny

14 comments:

Vivienne Moss said...

Awesome poem and dream. thanks for sharing.

Autumnforest said...

That was fantastic! You are so talented.

Books And Beyond said...

Very cool! I cant wait to read more :)



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Two Gory Chicks said...

Fantastic poem! Thank you! :)

Hope you'll hop over and check us out:
http://twogorychicks.blogspot.com/

Ginger

Melanie said...

That was great! Thank you for sharing!

ellie said...

Very cool poem!

Sherry Soule said...

Fantastic post! Thanks for sharing. Zombies ROCK!! :-D


~Sherry

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Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

Zombilicious! I've never had a zombie-related dream (nightmare) myself, but I imagine it's pretty bizarre!

Johnny Madrid aka Tim E. said...

So far, this is all top notch stuff! You have a way with words. Great poem! I love your dream by the way! ;)

Little Gothic Horrors said...

Disturbingly beautiful poem. Love it!!

Pangs said...

That's lovely. Thank you.

Katy Bennett said...

Thanks everyone for your comments

Giovanni Susina said...

Very beautiful, I enjoy that idea of the dead having vague past memories that drive them to wherever it is they go. I think that is part of what made DAWN OF THE DEAD (1979) work so well.
Quote from DAWN OF THE DEAD:
Francine: What are they doing? Why do they come here?

Stephen: Some kind of instinct. Memory, of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.

Katy Bennett said...

Thank you Giovanni, I like that quote, sums up what I try to do to make my writing individual and personal to someone.