The Telling – dVerse Form for All

– The Telling –

the death instinct is mine to share
all my entrails in its possession
alone in berlin i taste it, here
its potency is my obsession

the gone girl haunts echoing streets
her fate infects the stones of the walls
i dream of escape, but none can save
me from her torment; her curdling calls

she follows, chases, tracks my steps
the harbour drowning in fear and flood
her one last revolt, desperate, frantic
fuelled by passion, a fire in the blood

the red coffin is now her home
laid to rest, no honour, no glory
few come to witness, care or lament
here i remain, trapped in her story

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What a joyous inspiration in this week’s dVerse Form for All – weave a poem inspired by the books on your shelves! My pile in my office held rich pickings for me…

Freya's novel office library

Freya’s novel office library

You can read and discover many more wonderful weavings right here.