dVerse 'Wednesday Wakeup Call' prompt

Her Ghostly Image

Conscious of
a noise.
There’s something
or someone
doing something
but very vague.
No synapses
to reason.
Feeling a thirst
that puts
the ‘P’ in pang
the ‘D’ in desire
the ‘G’ in good
deep longing
in her heart.

O please, I want…

…some cake.

© 2012 John Anstie

[This is linked to the New World Creative Union Wednesday Wake-up Call. So pop on over to the NWCU, where the lovely Leslie introduced this haunting image to inspire the artistic imagination]

About PoetJanstie

“Life is short and art long, the crisis fleeting, experience penniless and decision difficult” ~ Hippocrates. As a young man, John enjoyed being fit and sporting. It was then as much his recreational therapy as a cappella harmony singing, music, walking in the hills and writing is now. Playing Rugby Union for over twenty years, encouraged in the early days by a school that was run on the same lines as Gordonstoun, giving shape and discipline to a sometimes precarious early life. This fitness was enhanced by working part time jobs in farming, as a leather factory packer and security guard, but probably not helped, for a short time, by selling ice cream! His professional working life was spent as a Metallurgical Engineer, Marketing Manager, Export Sales Manager, Implementation Manager and Managing Director of his own company. Thirty five years spent, apparently in a creative desert, raising a family, pursuing a career and helping to pay the bills, probably enriched his experience, because his renaissance, on retirement, realised a hidden creative talent as a writer of prose and poetry. He also enjoys music, with a piano and a forty-nine year old Yamaha FG140 acoustic guitar. He sings bass in three a cappella harmony groups: as a founding member of a mixed voice chamber choir, Fox Valley Voices and a mixed barbershop quartet. He is also a member of one of the top barbershop choruses in the UK, Hallmark of Harmony (the Sheffield Barbershop Harmony Club), who, for the eighth time in 40 years, became UK Champions in 2019. He is also a would be (once upon a time or 'has been') photographer with drawers full of his own history, and an occasional, but lapsed 'film' maker. In his other life, he doubles as a Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend and Family man. What he writes is sometimes autobiographical, often political, sometimes dark and frequently pins his colours to the mast of climate change and how humans are trashing the Earth. In 2013, he published an anthology of the poetry (including his own) of an international group of poets, who met on Twitter in 2011. He produced, edited and steered the product of this work, "Petrichor Rising", to publication by Aquillrelle. His sort of strapline sort of reads: “ iWrite iSing iDance iVolunteer ”
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13 Responses to Hypno-Vision

  1. Jamie Dedes says:

    John, you rose above this challenge. Such a delight to read the smile woven into the poem. Well done. Enjoyed so much. 🙂


  2. Laurie Kolp says:

    Love the ending!


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  4. marousia says:

    Hahaha – love this John! Your humour shines through


    • PoetJanstie says:

      Do you know, M, whilst some will see the terror in the eyes, I only saw that familiar look of a child, who has just woken from sleep, still in hypnopompic state, and who is simply trying to rationalise the woken up world. So nothing horrible was happening, just simply waking up 🙂 along with those so familiar pangs, which are usually hunger but sometimes confused with other desires and needs in that special but often brief waking up time.


      • marousia says:

        Yes – and your thoughts triggered mine – I could see she had remembered something she’d forgotten in her sleepy haze 🙂


  5. Very cool rapid, down the page, style to the piece. Love the ending, really builds up, and then the cake line was awesome. Nicely done. Thanks


  6. moondustwriter says:

    I love it
    The funny thing is I can hear that in her voice !!!!
    what if the cake got left out in the rain????


    • PoetJanstie says:

      Thank you for your comment, Leslie. As I’ve already replied to Marousia, above, I just felt I knew that look and, for me, it wasn’t of terror or even wonder; it was simply a child, who has just woken up, with all those pangs that the child’s mind is trying to rationalise, probably still clutching her favourite cuddly toy for security, as if still in a hypnopompic state.


  7. tashtoo says:

    John…I did not expect to walk away from a write prompted by this image with such a smile on my face. This was awesome…and the finish threw me for a loop and knocked me off my feet with the surprise. Fantastic play with the image! …(But this prompt’s NWCU…whoops!) 🙂 Now I must have cake!


    • PoetJanstie says:

      Oops, indeed, I apologise to the NWCU for my gaff, now corrected. The link went through to the NWCU, but with the wrong words!

      And thank you, Natasha, for your kindly critique of my offering and for your reliable support to us all.


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