Blood soaked this letter as tears trickled down,
And tickled ebony’s leg where leather carved flesh,
Left welts along the tattered skirt of olive brown.
Laid a letter not finished on wood fresh,
Toppled on cobbled tile, signature edged on cedar,
And tickled ebony’s leg where leather carved flesh,
Dear Madame, this letter comes as a reader,
Child innocence barely fed in homes wooden craft,
Toppled on cobbled tile, signature edged on cedar,
Hidden her saddened face those once laughed,
At silly jokes, but hardened along smiles drawn,
A child of innocence barely fed in homes wooden craft,
Between the harden smile bred a silent yawn,
As night welcomes the touch of reality, mourn
At silly jokes, but hardened along smiles drawn,
Troubled ebony’s mind of last night events warned,
Blood soaked this letter as tears trickled down,
As night welcomes the touch of reality, mourn,
Left welts along the tattered skirt of olive brown.
In a list
A contest entry
- ~*~Calling all Form Poetry~*~ by CloudlessClimbs.
400 points, ended February 28, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
