She lay breasts exposed cut between the legs
Ripped rags barely covered her chalk-white skin
Her hands held on the floor by wooden pegs
Pale beaten broken body sickly thin
Dead for three months the coroner would say
Starved, yes, beaten to death, no, blood loss cause
Raped likely; semen from her fiance
Engaged to one named Jacques Pierre Francoise
Jacques Pierre dead and buried three years this June
Guilty of multiple murders and rapes
Buried inside an empty paupers tomb
No remains left, just haunting shadow shapes
Her new beau cut to pieces the next day
In the tomb where Jacques was suppose to lay
In a list
A contest entry
- Mystery and Imagination by knitonepearlone.
600 points, ended November 20, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An awful tale, told with fitting imagery and a pervading sense of tragedy and doom. Good sonnet form, though I think you need 'supposed' in the final line.
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A gruesome tale here, well written with explicit imagery. Thanks for enterin,
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excellent~
So very vivid
Also to me very powerful and almost a haunting feeling I got reading this one...
Powerful sweetie..........
This is a winner in my book
Hugs
Susan~~~
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Ooh. Exciting and an addictive read. I give it a 9 out of ten. Wonderful write.
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