She wore a diamondin the hollow of her throat:
a peg
for a supra-sternal notch
that kept her vocal cords
in perfect tune.
What a prize she was
for a collector of music boxes
who cut out her throat
with a hatchet
but who was disappointed
to find it flawed.
6 comments:
LD, I have responded to your comment about your beautiful piece of art - and left my e-mail addy - Hope that's okay?
All the best to you, and I enjoyed today's writing, if a little like a murder thriller, for my liking - I am too sensitive a soul for my own good sometimes! x
That's most kind of you. I think I may have to market these as macabre children's poems ;)
Macabre children's poems. Hmmmm.
This one is so different in some respect but I just can't put my finger on it.
I still could envision it all and that's what counts
It was blank verse?
Well I say it serves him right!!
It did!
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