It had been fair weather, routine,
things had never been better, or so it seemed.
Somehow we knew something was wrong,
we all knew, the feeling lay thick in the air.
Yet who could say what was hidden behind curtains,
folds of virginal skin so fair?
Therein burned the flame,
the flame of desire, set ablaze from unholy lust.
When we visited her she was quiet withdrawn,
softly cleaning the home she had trust.
A crime had occurred,
restitution to be paid, out on Highway 89 that day.
Brother and sister there in the back,
and he in the front drove away.
Somehow it happened,
the vengeance for sin, somehow.
Hidden in the shadows,
restitution was made for now.
He fell, burning,
his desire unquenched.
She standing,
the tension unclenched.
He, her brother
devoted though insane.
Out on highway 89,
can we say who to blame?
The brother, the martyr, or unholy flame
whatever the cause' the effect was the same.
things had never been better, or so it seemed.
Somehow we knew something was wrong,
we all knew, the feeling lay thick in the air.
Yet who could say what was hidden behind curtains,
folds of virginal skin so fair?
Therein burned the flame,
the flame of desire, set ablaze from unholy lust.
When we visited her she was quiet withdrawn,
softly cleaning the home she had trust.
A crime had occurred,
restitution to be paid, out on Highway 89 that day.
Brother and sister there in the back,
and he in the front drove away.
Somehow it happened,
the vengeance for sin, somehow.
Hidden in the shadows,
restitution was made for now.
He fell, burning,
his desire unquenched.
She standing,
the tension unclenched.
He, her brother
devoted though insane.
Out on highway 89,
can we say who to blame?
The brother, the martyr, or unholy flame
whatever the cause' the effect was the same.
Deep!! I hope this was not true or not someone you know..
ReplyDeleteOk,honey, when is this getting published?! Your poems are amazing!
ReplyDeleteThe irregular rhythm and shifting rhyme scheme are interesting... why did you decide to do that?
ReplyDeleteI love the opening couplet. Sets the scene perfectly.
isnt she wonderful. WOW !! the title of your blog shows the truth. Creatively written
ReplyDeleteInky, thank you so much, I think you are wonderful too!!
ReplyDeleteNana, thanks, I am still a beginner with much to learn.
Time, I see you are a student of poetry, very observant.
sg- I love how we are drawn into the drama immediately and how you use so few words to make a larger expression. God! doesn't highway anything work so well in song and poem? Nice job. ~rick
ReplyDeleteIf you ever stop feeling a student, take another look :)
ReplyDeleteIve left you something on mine Annie....xxx
Rick, yes highways are full of drama, in fact I have another highway story in me to tell. This one made me feel the sadness of the tragedy all over again and I still don't think I have done it justice. One can try...
ReplyDeleteMichelle, I will ever be a student, but I am on my way to a greater goal. Thanks for the comment, I will visit you shortly.
Intriguing Strawberry Girl - kudos!
ReplyDeleteJune in Oz
Very profound I sincerely hope it wasn't based on fact. Excellently written.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.