Priscilla Willis Poet Dramatic Monologue

Churchbell

Bones of rotting timbre mimic 
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor 
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under 
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under 
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful  few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at 
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to 
laugh as they choke.

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Debbie Guzzi July 20, 2012 at 10:36 AM Pretty heavy use of alliteration! Congrad's on your fine write making it through to round one in an international poetry contest. Light & Love

Carol Sunshine Brown July 18, 2012 at 9:11 AM Congratulations on your poem making it through round one of the PoetrySoup International Poetry Contest. I wish you the best in the finals Priscilla. Love, Carol

Krishna Baalu November 9, 2010 at 6:40 AM Priscilla lovely one. "rigor mortised youth...tilted by pride.." good one Krishna Baalu

Andrea Dietrich October 18, 2010 at 7:37 PM Priscilla , I really liked those last two lines. Describing the ghosts as ephemeral and how they were clapping at unspoken jokes, perhaps replaying old jokes they had heard when still alive?? And the awful wheezing sound they would be making!