Ivor Steven: Broken Plates and Rabbit Stew

Thank you to the Slasher Monster Magazine team, for publishing my poem in their truly awesome Magazine, and thanks “Team” for the gruesome artwork, quite a sickly looking, messed up stew !!



Have you ever had that weird fantasia sort of dream.

Where you can’t see beyond the silver screen.

Greyness is black and red is green.

Straight lines are wavering slivery beams.

Stitched inside your brain’s sewn-up seams.

Bagged and tagged a pale corpse unseen.

Blueness in blood and plasma in streams.

Like chunky bittersweet rhubarb pie and cream.

Being injected directly into your open arteries.

Hallucinating a mad, mindless vortex of fun and games.

Spiralling outside in moonshine, as bleak bedroom coldness reigns.

Over mountains made of bland home-style rabbit stew.

Slowly eaten with a wooden teaspoon, hundreds of times.

Digested, your tummy gurgles and ejects buckets of spew.

While a hairless dog chases the postie’s bike, a whistle screams.

Dawn awakened to ice-covered broken plates and frozen lakes.

Shattered upon creek-bed rocks and your floor’s underlay.

This nightmare dream begun in April and ended dismayed.




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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

28 thoughts on “Ivor Steven: Broken Plates and Rabbit Stew”

  1. A little bit macabre, are we? I love that your poetry spans many genres. You are so good in all! And that one line…Over mountains made of bland home-style rabbit stew….what a clever phrase. I envy those with words! 💖

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    1. Yes, it’s one I’ve already posted, and I’ve actually submitted the same poem to another magazine in a competition, so it’ll be interesting to see how it goes, For some reason I liked this poem, it’s both surreal and dreams of actual events…..

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    1. Hi Calen, Those explanations about my dream, firstly, the word Fantasia comes from Walt Disney’s animated classic, I still have visions of Mickey Mouse conducting the Orchestra. The slivery beams stitched inside my brain, is about my persistant occipital neuralgia condition, bad enough sometimes to feel like I’m a corpse. Blueness in Blood, refers to a poem I recently had published called Arctic Winds. The rhubarb pie I had for sweets that evening. Mountains of rabbit stew, got a big mention at our Family Christmas dinner, and mum’s cooking up rabbits that dad used to bring home. The hairless dog is about my little girl dog Lily who had a haircut 2 days before she died recently. Broken plates comes from way back in my younger days, about plate throwing incidents !! And of course the last line, Carole went into Hospital in April and died in May, that was six years ago. Well I hope that explains it all for you, except I’ve no idea how it all ended up in that one dream a few weeks ago !!

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      1. You have GREAT recall, Ivor. When it comes to dreams I have this picture in my head of a “secretary” sitting in front of a wall unit with lots of pigeon holes in it. She’s sticking my thoughts into the appropriate cubbies, and at night, if I’m agitated, she just pulls out random thoughts that floated through my that day and throws them altogether in a dream! OR a nightmare! LOL

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      2. My secret is to jot down main little thoughts from my dreams, this happens in a half drowsy state during the night, haha, either half asleep or half awake, not sure which or whatever. Then I use those few words as triggers in the morning to expand my memory of the dream, and then I write my poem, hehe, does’t work all the time, but I’ve had some wonderful results.

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      1. Ahem… I went onto the writer’s site I belong to – just for a quick catch-up after a long absence… didn’t get to bed till 6am…. slept until midday…

        One of my messages to you is a rant about Mike… hope you’ll be patient with me…

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