In the Meadow

The Devil's Hold Into the devils hands you placed my infant form with blind eyes and untutored minds you left. The caterwauls of baby rang like an eerie storm for the eve's respite you sought was paid a high tariff. Memory, so kind and long gone, without redress lays in ashes buried in the wavering wash of time But, decades of snickering comments coalesce making the adult children wonder at their crime. Marred, scarred, scared and one too many times undressed the ramming cat, the rutting dog, pointed allusions The negligence of youthful parents never confessed leaves Magdalene's curse, a cost not of your choosing. Raise the tarry brush of hell and paint their damned souls, far too many have fell within the Devil's hold.