The wheels squeaked across my wooden floor,
as my chandeliers sprinkled sleeping dust.
The crack in the window deepened,
coating my spine with thick, golden rust.
Rumors flashed of a deadly end,
with red eyes fixed straight ahead.
Only the breeze slept under her sheets;
the broken window leaded the misled.
As the water trickled down my back,
the cherry trees gently enticed me.
Circling an arm around my waist,
the dangling noose adding to the debris.
I have yellowed to her desires,
I now dance to her empty tune.
She dances on the noose's edge;
we are one under the moons.
Come to me; set her free,
squeak your wheels upon my floor.
Uproot my cherry tree,
oh, uproot my cherry tree.
Author notes
The story of the walls of Argyll.
'Hope you like it.
=)
A contest entry
- Spook Me Out! by Princess Perdue.
1200 points, ended October 4, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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OMG...I'm most certainly not checking in! lol. I love where you have taken the picture...such creepy dark walls ... perfect flow and so very descriptive. Thank you very much for your wonderful entry.
Shaz xx
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