Banshee by Vikki OwensYet 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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