My Halloween villanelle - I am quite proud of it. THE BONES Chip, snap, chop rolls the head, all alone. In the executioner’s basket Rife with bones. Oooh! Sigh. Aaah! Surge the crowds, minds blown, As the satin of the casket Stifles every moan. Laugh love, laugh! for the liver’s loom was sewn. Blood it bleeds in beads gymnastic Through the bones. Thunk, clunk, chunk! shiver chinked tombstones. Corpses grin, the freaks fantastic! Hellhounds moan. Jostle, jangle, in a tangle, down they’ve flown. Roasting, roiling, acid ashes Into pits the bones They crashes! Moan, grooan, mooooan.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 19:44:59 +0000