Gone are they that
dwelt before,
no warning click of
closing door,
no drunkard’s feet to
pound the floor,
they’re gone they’re
gone they’re gone.
Gone is she enslaved to sink,
in fear of him his
knowing wink,
for wild is he consumed
with drink
(they’re gone they’re
gone they’re gone).
No more she flung
upon the bed,
a feast of lust
before him spread,
abused and used and
left for dead.
She’s gone she’s gone
she’s gone.
And there stood he of
death accused,
found guilty then and
life to lose
he felt sharp tug of
hangman’s noose.
He’s gone he’s gone
he’s gone
And here evil dwells
as did before,
it soaks the walls it
soaks the floors.
I beg you please
ne’er cross this door.
Be gone be gone be
gone.
Anna :o]
Brendan at Real Toads challenges us to write words which involve Doors and above is my offering. Cheers Brendan!
Also shared with the
good folk at Poets United.
Brrr! I’m cold!
The central heating’s dead and closed doors make little difference. (Hopefully it will be fixed tomorrow.)
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24 comments:
Wow, what a stunning piece of writing, so powerful. A truly masterful write. Thanks for sharing it with us.
A feast of hungry ghosts here in royal rhyme. This shrieks in faintest details -- the only leavings of ghosts -- which are doors which truly may best keep padlocked. Or so to open, to let the sins be known ... Terrifying stuff.
Powerful visual of the horror....
I wonder if the ghost of your dead central heating was muse to this piece ;)
Yikes. The refrain is rather haunting Anna. As is the story you weave throughout. Really heartbreaking in its reality. What hides behind the doors, and in the bottle, and those that are caught in the aftermath.
Very well written Anna.
Wow! So Poe like, specially the end!! But the main thread is a piercing sadness.
I really like the rhyme and repetition....moves the story along so well.
Reality is a door few willingly walk through,
Elizabeth
This reads very much like a murder ballad... I can almost hear Nick Cave singing.
A wonderful rhythm and rhyme as life unfolds starkly with your words.
WOW! This is a chilling tale, well told in few words. Bravo!
A haunting! A murder mystery ode.
My goodness this is absolutely chilling!! Great write!
I feel the chill in this story....it will stay with me!
A chilling one
Much💖love
The rhymes and cadence in this is spectacular. It puts me in mind of Poe. It is sad to grow up with a drunkard. Sad for all involved. This tale is cold and chills like the winter wind.
Lives lived (more or less). Very nice
This is brilliant writing. I really like what you've done with the repetition of 'gone'. A well constructed, powerfully rendered piece!
The rhyme and repetition enhance the fear and horror mood of the story. Excellent poem.
PS
Thank goodness central heating is not necessary down here.Hope yours is fixed soon
WOW! Applause, applause...
ZQ
You leave me speechless....you are right, they are all gone, good and evil, nothing to fear here, they are gone.
I think of all the women who have lived behind that door and my heart aches. I agree that it does have a Poeish feel. Nice work!
It haunts the reader..so beautifully written :)
Good job, Anna. You write some pretty dark stuff as I often do. I notice a common thread in your writings: women with low self esteem who give themselves to very bad men and end up dead. Life, lust, death...
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