Zombies

Christmas With the Walking Dead

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Illustration Credit: Claudia Meyer

The zombie genre fascinates me – Fear the Walking Dead, Z Nation, The Walking Dead -I can’t watch enough of it.

I’ve even completed a “How long would you survive in a Zombie apocalypse” quiz. Eighteen months was the outcome, enough time for me to write the Zombie Haiku Anthology.

It is also on my bucket list to appear as an extra in a zombie film, or episode, and earlier this week I fulfilled the wish.

I went Christmas shopping in Central London.

Hordes of zombified shoppers wandered aimless through shops and across roads and pavements. Adults shouted at dogs, dogs barked at children, and children howled at adults.

In one store, I witnessed two women screaming at a store assistant after being told that the toy “their children couldn’t possibly live without”, the Hatchimal, was out of stock and no further deliveries expected until the 27th of December.

As the two women stormed out of the shop, reflecting on their children’s ruined Christmas, the assistant turned to a colleague and said, “I think I’m turning into a Zombie.”

How did we get to this point in our evolution? Isn’t Christmas, and the festive season, supposed to be a time of enjoyment and sharing happiness with family and friends?

At least the experience gave me some thoughts and material for this senryu.

Zombie hordes descend.
In a manger, far away,
A saviour cries.

Has the Christmas zombie virus struck where you are?

Please let me know and I’ll inform the authorities.

Winter

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She came last night.
It had been a while.
I missed her at first, too busy fighting
Zombies and saving the world.

Her calling card of white blankets and
Grey sky fire the child in me.
Visions of snowball fights
And snowmen draw me outside.

Her icy breath burns
My throat and nostrils.
In the surrounding silence
She pulls me to the floor,

Arms and legs jerk in joy.
We play for hours, caressing,
sliding, cavorting, until her
burning touch forces me away.

Green pools appear
on her silken dress.
She starts to withdraw.
Frantic, I grab what remains.

© Davy D 2016

Winter

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She came last night; it had been a while.
I missed her at first, too busy fighting
Zombies and saving the world.

Her calling card of white blankets and
Grey sky fired the child in me.
Visions of snowball fights
And snowmen drew me outside.

Her icy breath welcomed me, burning
My throat and nostrils, silencing
Those in her presence.

She pulled me to the floor,
My arms and legs jerked in joy.
We played for hours, caressing,
Sliding, cavorting, until her
Burning touch forced me away.

Green pools appeared on her silken dress.
She started to withdraw.
Frantic, I grabbed what remained.
I hope she returns soon.