Mr Jangled

Bloodcurdling – Word of the Day



Mr Jangled

Sitting contented,
sipping a mellow red
staring out the window,
as Peer Gynt is coming to apotheosis,
when my senses are rent,
shredded, jangled,
as a bloodcurdling “aaiieee”
pierces the air.
A portent?
I run,
imagining the worst,
apprehensive, heart pumping,
I push through the door,
not knowing what carnage I might find,
and confused,
taking in the incongruous scene,
I burst into laughter,
a spider on the floor,
my wife on a chair,
eyes dilated in terror,
speechless and
pointing a deadly shoe.
The spider released,
whiskey in hand,
some smooth Dianna Krall to
unjangle with.

ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon



Filed under Free Verse, life, nature, poem

20 responses to “Mr Jangled

  1. That used to be me!๐Ÿ˜ง

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I would be right up there on the chair with her!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. there we differ … I would have been offering him a red in the chair next to you!

    Liked by 2 people

  4. My girls think I am a nutcase because I gently let the spider crawl onto a piece of paper and then take it outside and let it crawl off again under a nearby flower or plant. I like spiders. ๐Ÿ•ท๏ธ

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Haha! This was a good one, Paul.

    Liked by 2 people

  6. lync56

    Hahaha a very familiar scenarios – well crafted with your poetic words


    Liked by 2 people

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.