Heirloom

HEIRLOOM Unearthliness of this endless wood of colorless shadows. I’m encompassed by the condemnation of prison bars in the shape of ancient bark. I’m hidden where time slows in constant consternation of wolves and diminutive stars. The apathy of skeleton branches mocks the reverence of red. I’m wrapped in my great-grandmother’s heirloom - its lure I dred. My countenance cold and pale with the predilection of scars. 11/3/2018 7 lines, 7 words: rhyme poetry contest Sponsor: Lu Loo
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Faulkner Avatar
November 5, 2018 at 2:11 PM
Was this inspired by Little Red Riding Hood? This makes me think of it in a 'Grimm' gothic way!
Rodrigues Avatar
November 5, 2018 at 2:31 PM
Yes!
Cunningham Avatar
November 3, 2018 at 11:10 AM
Brilliantly written Kim, using the seven words. Good luck. Tom
Rodrigues Avatar
November 3, 2018 at 11:13 AM
Thanks, my fine friend!
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