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?
Copyright © Laynee Armstrong | Year Posted 2022
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