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Banshee

by Vikki Owens

Yet another ghost
like a mourner,
a velvetblack linger on....
Found the violin in between
the trees
and they're screaming
violence. Screeching uncommon names and uneasy faces, wiping the feathertrails of their intimate moments from the bedsheets and headboards, crying for him to come home.

03/26/2003

Posted on 03/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Agnes Eva on 03/29/03 at 05:28 AM

I love how that last line takes off- quite the sudden crazy wail, supported by form.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/22/04 at 07:24 PM

incredible imagery using the banshee... this could be written in blood above a headboard somewhere... brilliant... blessings...

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