Beneath the Elder Trees
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Written for a prompt that called for something a little unsettling - not an uplifting piece and it won't hurt my feelings if you don't want to read it. The form was interesting, though, It was to be an Italian Sonnet that went ABBA ABBA CDACDA with the 1st and 14th lines repeating.
What creeps in space beneath the Elder trees
where time exists unfettered misting shore
that haunts and howls yet never says what for
as unborn twins that rot in garbled seas?
Whose breath turns stale an autumn mystic breeze
then speaks of life remembered ripe with gore,
of lust and death all stemming from a whore
who swiped a card to pay her selfish fees?
When rolling fog turned damp the summer air
while moon-lit skies exposed a mother’s tomb
then infants torn in half made heartfelt pleas
that fell on deafened ears which didn’t care;
The slain that rest now freed from Satan’s womb -
What creeps in space beneath the Elder trees.
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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