Monday, October 30, 2017

DMC: "Saturday Matinee: Vincent Price Double Feature" by Diane Mayr


A seat complains in creaks
as the person next to her shifts.
A beetle-cracking crunch 
of something underfoot.
A discordant crescendo of violins 
designed to stop the heart...
Yet all she hears is the blood pulsing
in her head in her hands in her lap. 

© 2017 Diane Mayr. All rights reserved.

Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.

You have until tomorrow, October 31st, to join in! Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet and I will add it to the wrap-up presentation HERE. One lucky participant will win a personalized copy of Carrie Clickard's enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:


  1. I started getting seriously anxious after that beetle-cracking crunch, Diane! Thanks for lending your voice to our spooky poetry party.

    1. It was either popcorn or malted milk balls. I couldn't watch horror films. I still can't watch today.

  2. Love the description, "beetle-cracking crunch." Your last two lines describe me at the very few horror films I've seen--I am not a fan!

  3. The imagery in this poem is great..."beetle cracking crunch" Ew! I like the repeated prepositional phrase of the last line.

  4. Okay, I see why this has undertones of a Vincent Price horror flick. This line reminds me of one of my childhood dreams: in her head in her hands in her lap. Great job, Diane. Thanks, Michelle for enjoying the macabre.

    Diane, can you find an image for your poem to pair it? I would love to share it in my Halloween section of the Autumn Ablaze Gallery.

  5. Yup. This evokes Vincent Price movies. Very cute. Thanks.

  6. I can see the pause, clutching the popcorn bag, glued to the screen. This is perfect Diane, and yes, the "crunch" was there.

  7. Thanks for your kind words. I attended many a matinee in my youth. At that time kids paid an admission charge of 25 cents! True!