Haunting Thoughts
Blackbird of omen drawls in trembled heaves
Across spoilt air, near an empty farmhouse,
Where a lone keeper plucks blooms and young leaves
Arranging them on the mead's cornerstone
As he utters an oath like an eerie groan--
Within the blur of haunted thoughts which rouse.
Possessed by tricky dreams, hours still recall
Marauders grappling his wife, on tightened rope ;
That in dim scramble, a gunfire…a fall
Causing quick flight where loved one disappears --
Is she deceased, alive? … bird’s foresight rears:
Through crypt of nights, this keeper sings of hope.
Written 4/3/2018
Contest of Laura Loo: Rhyme Time 1
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