Mystery and Crime Poetry posted February 24, 2012

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blank verse about familial secrets

The Hole

by Fleedleflump

The blackened hole breathes dankest, putrid air
across our faces, trepidant and wan;
our fears descend into the shadowed depths
of memories that lurk against our wills

to threaten each day's levity with pain.
We stare into the well in basement's dark
and steel ourselves against the task we're set;
familial tradition's duty done.

The body wrapped in muslin we bring forth,
and cast a new ancestor to the flames
with prayer and stern expression, we express
the curse we feel as blackness takes our forms.

Our numbers shrink as months turn into years;
this family so secretive and lost.


Based on "The Cottage" by Judian James, and very much opposite in theme!

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