Wych Elm - Poem 1

Who put Lubella in the wych elm? Wrangled roots and writhing barks, Little blue shoes and fine black strands. Was it the witch or the wych? A flash of red, simmering musks, An era of tragedy thriving. A flesh tinged with a subtle darkness, Hardened with resolve. Blackened tongues convey sickened truths. Convenient stretches of white lace draped across a tarnished stone statue. Which statue? Bella is stuck in the wych’s elm, A broken connection coated in useless filth. A promise given to none who truly want it, Yet gifted freely to those undeserving. Fragile gloves and mangled dresses, Crystal skies reflecting grey plumes. Who’s tattered hearts inflicted a wych’s misery? Fate’s subtle creaks or Mother’s wicked tears; A concentration of grief or a dispersal of faith? How did Bella end up in the Wych’s Elm? Who put Lubella in the Wych’s elm?