Notes About The Poem

Alliteration poem in Rhyme Royal form (7 line stanzas ABABBCC) written about the five drowned children of Andrea Yates while sitting on the sidewalk in front of their house which is 2 blocks away from mine.  For more info on that story I recommend:

http://www.texasmonthly.com/articles/her-dark-places/

Premiere Contest WinnerFive Fraught Faces

Buried beneath blood-shot baby doll eyes
 where drowns dark truths dwelling empty despair,
 finds five fraught faces from false idol lies
 clinging cold-coffins caused by cruel affair;
Saddled by sorrow seen in mother’s stare,
 washed while awaiting where water is filled
 pouring in porcelain planned to be killed;

Languishing lost lacking warmth much less love,
 ended in eerily foul episodes,
 angrier now than Almighty above
 mumbling murmurs in murderous modes;
Ripe for wrongs reversed through revengeful roads,
 tantalized terrors too tempted to taste
 blood brought by bathwater boiling in baste;

Chastised and chided, these children chilling
 journey for justice with jealous intent, 
 mystically moving, maddened minds milling,
 howling horrific while haunting content;
For sins suffered by souls salvation bent,
 never they rest now, now nestled in night,
 purposed, their plight, seeks parents punished right;

Aiming as arrows at any ones found,
 dripping disgust at desolate devils,
 grumble gigantic than gnash to the ground
 lustfully lashing in lunatic levels;
As rancid bells heard, rusted rung rebels,
 thoroughly thrashing throats within their reach,
 fifty fingers, if figured, ten for each.

And why wouldn’t what withered weary do,
 dragged desperate to death by der’lict brain,
 taught terrible things when tongues tied untrue
 incited mother inside turned insane?
Silence should swallow who speaks sour on slain,
 judgments be gentle, gestate not Hell’s gates,
 for these are the children of Andrea Yates.


9/16/2016
Submitted For:  Scare Me Good Poetry Contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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De Burca Avatar
October 19, 2016 at 6:41 PM
Congrats on your win.
Bond Avatar
October 17, 2016 at 6:24 PM
Congrats, Phillip, truly horrendous, even more so given it is true.
Troutman Avatar
October 8, 2016 at 8:57 PM
Wow, awfully freaky ! Congratulations!
Garcia Avatar
October 8, 2016 at 9:06 PM
Thank you Tanis! 'Tis the season and what not
Smith Avatar
October 8, 2016 at 11:24 AM
Shivered me timbers, congratulations Phillip...
Garcia Avatar
October 8, 2016 at 9:05 PM
Thank you Mr Smith! My timbers were shivered as well when I was sitting on their front yard writing it. Never again will I do something like that. It was worse than the 2005 World Series
Scars Avatar
October 7, 2016 at 11:27 AM
oh my Phillip! SO freaky and I absolutely love the alliteration aspect! Well done and so well deserving of a top placement! :)-luloo
Inman Avatar
October 7, 2016 at 9:02 AM
A true life horror story, nicely told Phillip.
Arnone Avatar
October 7, 2016 at 8:06 AM
Phillip took a true-life horror story and weaved it into a wonderfully creepy Rhyme Royal. Excellent rhythm and word/rhyme choices. Congratulations on your # 1 win! :-) "The monsters of imagination pale in comparison to the monsters we become." -- Tom
Garcia Avatar
October 7, 2016 at 8:53 AM
Thank you Tom! In the least morbid way possible I tell you that it was a lot of fun to do. I appreciate the placement - I'm looking forward to reading the other entries too. Im sure they're wonderful
Rycroft Avatar
September 16, 2016 at 9:00 AM
I understand it now, I have just looked up Andrea yates, she killed her 5 children, It's so sad, the words in your poem are brilliant, you put it together well, x described excellent x very sad poem x
Turner Avatar
September 16, 2016 at 8:51 AM
Phillip you picked a horrific subject for this one. Very enigmatic write but well written. Hard to imagine a mother drowning all five of her children. Probably a descendant of Poe.
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