Terrified Orphan
Terrified Orphan
by gene defcon
Living in dread
And sharing the bed
With the dried-out heads
Of parents long dead
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Terrified Orphan
by gene defcon
Living in dread
And sharing the bed
With the dried-out heads
Of parents long dead
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You have to commend Mr. Defcon for really knowing how to execute a rhyme… It’s as “dead” as the orphan’s parents.
Her sliced finger bled
The body she fed
Lest spare rings mean unwed
Ate of her own instead
I don’t know. Seems like a fun dour play. I like it.
“Curses.” the man said
When spattering red,
“For you, they never plead-
keep this life you’ve led.”
Her well of tears past shed
On unmoving legs she fled
Deserting parents laid arid
Far away eyes despaired
OK – Halifax makes some good points about the “comédie noire” of this one-stanza verse.
Perhaps I misled-
Readers: Rhyme isn’t dead,
like dessicated heads
of poets we once read.
“desiccated”, that is.
Can anyone tell me where this picture came from? Who is the artist?
Henrietta Willebeek LeMair