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October 30, 2013

RIP Teddy (A Haunting Poem)


This is my first time participating in the Write . . . Edit . . . Publish monthly bloghop and since October's theme is HAUNTING, I thought it would be fun to join now. 
My poem below isn't exactly scary, it's more silly, and since I joined nearly last minute I do not wish for any critiques on this. I only aim to entertain. :) 

Haunting:

adj
1. (of memories) poignant or persistent
2. poignantly sentimental; enchantingly or eerily evocative

NOTE: RIP Teddy came to me one day when I was taking a walk in my neighborhood. As I passed a house, I noticed a small teddy bear in pieces at the bottom of the driveway and it haunted my mind for the rest of walk. Before I knew it, a poem manifested in my mind about the poor little girl whose teddy bear lay broken on the edge of the road. I had to keep reciting the poem as I made my way home so I wouldn't lose it. Although this poem isn't about a scary incident, the teddy bear was a haunting image that I couldn't shake until I could get home to jot it down.

Here is that poem:



RIP Teddy
By
Chrys Fey

© Teddy bear in pieces on the road,
a little girl’s broken soul lies with his soft remains.
She loved him with all her heart,
but this is Teddy’s crime scene.

Oh, Teddy what happened to you?
What brought you to this horrible state?
Nothing can resuscitate your sweetness,
not even surgery can bring back your joy.

You died so carelessly, tragically
Will there ever be justice for your murder?
Oh, Teddy who is the culprit
a dog, a car, a brother?

The little girl finds you in the road,
tears of horror streaming down her cheeks.
She picks up your severed limbs,
and puts them in a cardboard coffin.

“Mommy, daddy . . . can we bury my beloved?”

I borrowed my mom's Boyds Bear for this picture.
He has a broken leg, lol

42 comments:

Yolanda Renée said...

Such a sweet ode to a Teddy Bear, and very appropriate for the 'haunting prompt'! Wonderful that you shared your inspiration. I can see how that might haunt. Such a sweet companion and so horribly lost tugs at the heart!
I made the mistake of taking a Care Bear of my sons and donating it to Goodwill. He never let me forget it!
Trick or Treat and Happy Halloween!
And a double thanks for posting about the UNICEF drive - so appreciated!

Unknown said...

Great imagery.
my wife collects Boyds Bears.....I collect super glue.
Stupid bears don't stay put when I dust.....at least I dust I tell her.

Michelle Wallace said...

Hi Chrys.
This poem made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I do believe that the one toy every child should have, is a teddy bear.
Thank you for sharing!
Nice to meet you via the bloghop.
Writer In Transit

Laura Clipson said...

Great use of something you saw in every day life, and a lovely poem :)

Bevimus said...

Absolutely broke my heart. I want to find all his pieces and sew him back together.

Chrys Fey said...

Thank you, Yolanda! The story behind the poem and the poem itself are a package deal. ;) I'm glad you liked it.

Aw! Now I feel like writing a poem about your son's Care Bear.

Happy Halloween!!!! And you're welcome! I love to spread awareness for good causes and this is a GREAT one! :)

Chrys Fey said...

Thanks! :)

Boyds Bears are cute. I don't have any, but if I saw one I particularly liked I'd buy it. One can never have enough super glue. ;)

Chrys Fey said...

Hi, Michelle! Very nice to meet you too! :)

Teddy Bears are children's best friends! I still have one of mine. ;)

Chrys Fey said...

Thank you, Laura! :)

Chrys Fey said...

I felt like doing the same thing too, Beverly. Thank you for visiting! :)

Raquel Byrnes said...

Aww..a sweet horror story. Loved the poem. :)

Chrys Fey said...

That's a perfect description, Raquel. Thank you! :)

Kelly Steel said...

Awww...sweet and sad. I still have my teddy bears around me.

Suze said...

This reminds me of my daughter's affection for her Bear. She actually brought him to a church service in which the pastor was blessing animals so he could get a blessing, too.

It's lovely what a child's affection can do to infuse the inanimate with love. This one was, like Kelly said, sweet and sad.

The Armchair Squid said...

The little girl finding him is heartbreaking!

Chrys Fey said...

So do I, Kelly. ;)

Chrys Fey said...

Aw! That is the cutest story I've ever read! I would want my Teddy Bear blessed too if I was her age. :)

Chrys Fey said...

I know. That's what I imagine would've happened :( At least, that's how I would've reacted if I was that little girl.

Vesper said...

What a lovely, sweet poem! I too know of such a teddybear… This was a big, brown one and he sat in the high grass on the side of the road that I take to drive my daughters to school for more than half year. Dropped or thrown from a car, I imagine. The road borders a lake, there are houses, but there are still wooded portions and there’s no sidewalk. Day after day, I would look at him as he grew dirtier and sadder, under rain, and mud, and snow… I should’ve picked him up… This autumn, he’s not there anymore… :-)

Chrys Fey said...

I guess there are a lot of teddy bears out there in the world, abandoned and decaying on the side of roads. When I saw the bear that inspired this poem, I was especially sad for it. More so than the little girl I imagine in my head.

Thank you for stopping by and telling me your teddy bear story. :)

Denise Covey said...

Hello Chris. This is adorably sad. Don't we all remember a favourite toy broken down, sometimes unfixable? What a lovely story for the WEP blogfest. Thank you so much for participating. Hope you will come again! I am so full of admiration for those who can write poetry!

Denise

Shannon Lawrence said...

I loved Teddy's crime scene and resuscitating his sweetness. Nice plays on words. Sad poem. :(

Shannon at The Warrior Muse

dolorah said...

Poor Teddy. And poor little girl who will be haunted by his passing in all her nightmares.

........dhole

Yanting Gueh said...

Chrys, I'm betting it was a brother. You've no idea how vicious the air is in the toy room. (Great poem. That poor girl ...)

Chrys Fey said...

Hello, Denise! :) I don't write too much poetry unless I'm inspired to, like when I saw the teddy bear.

I had fun participating this month and I plan on participating next month. This bloghop really is a great idea! So thank you for creating it! :)

Chrys Fey said...

Thank you! And thank you for visiting!

Chrys Fey said...

Hi, Donna! I hope the real little girl didn't feel like how my fictional one did.

Chrys Fey said...

I think it was a brother too. At least my brother did those things when I was little. lol

Thank you for coming to Teddy's memorial.

Unknown said...

Dark poetry, I love it! :D Happy Halloween, Chrys!

Chrys Fey said...

Thanks! Happy Halloween to you, too! :)

Li said...

Clever and fun! I remember as a kid shrieking in horror when the nose fell off of my stuffed dog. Thank goodness Dad did surgery and fixed him!

Chrys Fey said...

Thanks, Li! It's always a tragedy when our favorite stuffed animal gets a tear or falls apart. My mom always had to play doctor.

Sally said...

Aaah, poor Teddy. Your poem was haunting as to the unknown reason for his demise. Poor little girl as well.

Chrys Fey said...

Poor Teddy and little girl, indeed. Thanks for your comment, Sally! :)

Unknown said...

Saturday November 2nd, 2013
Hi Chrys,
Welcome to WEP!
Nice poem about a lost/broken toy. To a child, a broken toy can hurt a lot.
Best wishes,
Anna
Anna's WEP-Challenge for October: Haunting

Chrys Fey said...

Thank you for the warm welcome, Anna! And thanks for your comment! :)

N. R. Williams said...

I enjoyed your poem. Poor Teddy.
Nancy

Chrys Fey said...

Thank you, Nancy! :)

Jen said...

Sorry it took me so long to stop by! This was a haunting image. Anyone who would feel the need to rip a Teddy bear to shreds is a frightening person indeed. Well done!

Thanks for stopping by and reading my entry the other day. I appreciate it!

Jen

Chrys Fey said...

No worries, Jen! Thank you for stopping by now. :)

They are a frightening person indeed. Should I be nervous that they live on my block? . . . lol

Irene said...

I was thinking of my dogs while reading your poem, Chrys. I recall how they "murdered" their stuffed toys to pieces, I'm pretty sure Teddy wouldn't last a day if you handed him to them. It would be a heartbreaking sight for a child, though, especially if the child loves Teddy so much. :-)

Chrys Fey said...

Stuffed animals don't live long around dogs. Poor things. :( lol