Tags
child abuse, Fear, Poem, Poetry, punishment, torture, underground, villainelle
The rocking chair and tear-stained quilt
remain to soothe, yet fears to gain,
in sobbing darkness, left with guilt.
It matters not what milk is spilt,
or if this time obeisance wane-
The rocking chair and tear-stained quilt.
The punishment not what thou wilt,
entombed below the living plain
in sobbing darkness, left with guilt.
Embittered rage to sleepings’ lilt,
what brings to life their love again?
The rocking chair and tear-stained quilt.
In childish torment, joys are killed.
With cries and kicks and screamings vain
‘gainst sobbing darkness, left with guilt.
No neighbor knows these fears are built
next door in loving discipline.
In sobbing darkness, left with guilt
to rocking chair and tear-stained quilt.
After his Image 
lovely villanelle…intense
A friend of mine told me about a farmhouse down the road from his. In the basement against the wall was what looked like a furnace duct, but it want connected to anything. They removed it and crawled through a small tunnel. It opened up to a room with only a rocking chair in it…it’s tremendously sad that there are people still out there like that.
I think I’m going to rewrite this into the rubaiyat form I keep playing with..fits well into the collection..was sort of in a villanelle mood last night..can’t imagine why…wink
…dark & tough & sad images here… that was sharpened by the execution of old world language… i won’t go to that room… great write… smiles…
Thanks, check out the comments forthe inspiration on this one.