What horror there within you grows?
Child of simple flesh and bone,
or aberration born to feast ,
on spines broken on ancient stone?
Will it come with babies bright tears. . .
will it tear itself free of womb
with razor claws and wolfen teeth,
as it speaks foul breath of the tomb.
Woman wild, of uncertain birth,
what man knows whereat you have lain.
Some spawn of Satan holds you tight,
will you scream, then, in mortal pain?
Will it render you torn and dead?
Or will you crawl to some dank hole,
to spread your legs to demons there. . .
to birth more monsters without soul?
Author notes
http://minnaloushe.deviantart.com/art/Dark-Mother-43056992
A contest entry
- Pictured Inspired once more by whispernthedark.
775 points, ended June 7, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow! I love this! This is the best take on the prompt that I have read. I think you hit the nail on the head. You have brought out the darkness within the picture that so many of the other poems missed completely. Good luck! If I was judging gold would stop right here!
Kathryn
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This is another great story painted from the picture. Wonderful write, thank you for entering the contest. Good luck.
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whisper
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Wow, I am surprised I am the first to read this poem. A little harsh tone for the poem. Good luck to you in the contest. I hope you do well.
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