Eve Roper Poet Triolet

Phantasmagoria

The sky reflects the broken bodies laid out. 
      Blood soaked field and severed heads skewered on pikes. 
         Racing forth towards fallen comrades with a shout. 

   The sky reflects the broken bodies laid out. 
      Impaled into the chest, blood flowed there is no doubt. 
         Haunted Night terrors, squeezing heart-rending pain strikes. 

   The sky reflects the broken bodies laid out.
      Blood soaked field and severed heads skewered on pikes.


10/25/202

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Angela Crabtree October 27, 2020 at 4:53 PM Perfect poem for the season, Eve. Very vivid. I hope I don't have nightmares from reading this. Good luck in the contest and have a great night. :)

Victor Buhagiar October 25, 2020 at 8:44 AM I hope your vision is a phantasmagoria, It's terrifying enough. ~~

Regina Mcintosh October 25, 2020 at 5:32 AM Terrifying in it's suffering... God bless you as you write, dear friend

Anne-Lise Andresen October 25, 2020 at 3:40 AM - A powerful and deep poem, Eve :) - Best wishes in the contest :) - Have a lovely Sunday :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)