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Dark Trousseau
Poetry Contest Description
Using "Dark Trousseau" as prompt. Dark poem 15 lines or less. Non erotic and no AI, please
NOT FOR THE COMP.
Dark Trousseau
In the stillness of a feckless hum from a dark
trousseau and cold winds spilling ink in deep
quarters from my mind's obituary of Cynide's
dysentery coming in from the cold only to scalp
the womb of the sarcophaguses and then crow
the parable of Twilight's anonymous listening
to the worms charm the barcode off my shelflife
fading into the compost of gluttonous souls
stirring the roux making glue for your father's
mustache and walking shoes in the stillness
of a feckless hum from a dark trousseau
Dark Trousseau
In the stillness of a feckless hum from a dark
trousseau and cold winds spilling ink in deep
quarters from my mind's obituary of Cynide's
dysentery coming in from the cold only to scalp
the womb of the sarcophaguses and then crow
the parable of Twilight's anonymous listening
to the worms charm the barcode off my shelflife
fading into the compost of gluttonous souls
stirring the roux making glue for your father's
mustache and walking shoes in the stillness
of a feckless hum from a dark trousseau
In the silence of the room
In the silence of the room,
shadows weave through fabric and memories.
Draped in the weight of time and whispers.
The dark trousseau is a tapestry of lives
touched by the unseen,
where the essence of yesterdays lingers softly.
It is here that the heart finds its echoes,
in the folds of a past that never fades.
It whispers secrets of forgotten promises
and undying love, bathed in the cold glow of memory.
Each piece, touched by the hands of fate,
carries the weight of hopes that once danced in the dark.
In this spectral illumination, the past breathes,
and the trousseau becomes a testament
to what lingers just beyond the veil of time.
shadows weave through fabric and memories.
Draped in the weight of time and whispers.
The dark trousseau is a tapestry of lives
touched by the unseen,
where the essence of yesterdays lingers softly.
It is here that the heart finds its echoes,
in the folds of a past that never fades.
It whispers secrets of forgotten promises
and undying love, bathed in the cold glow of memory.
Each piece, touched by the hands of fate,
carries the weight of hopes that once danced in the dark.
In this spectral illumination, the past breathes,
and the trousseau becomes a testament
to what lingers just beyond the veil of time.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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The King's Chambers
in her chambers a young virgin bleeds
her trousseau of linen grieves
the loss of her blush to bear, witness of the deed.
cruelty of favor rush
a lady in waiting
a gift to the King's service
keening a maiden's bloom taken to soon
a dowery to gain favor
the sin's of the Father had made them penniless
the debt to be paid in full by the young fair miss
the King robbing the cradle
traded to the castle to entertain at court
then when no longer desired, off with her head
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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"Bone Seeker"
From graves unlatched in still decay
A dark trousseau unlatches, bare
Its gowns of dirt and graven sum
Unfurl beneath the stagnant air
Cold winds spill ink on fractured stone
Where hands of rot disturb the dead
And worms, in whispered tongues, intone
The harvest of what’s left unsaid
Exhumed from sleep, the bones are torn
Their silence cracks beneath the claw
As twilight’s mouth, unholy born
Consumes the flesh by nature’s law
The father’s shoes, once clean with pride
Now walk on dust where virtues died
From graves unlatched in still decay
A dark trousseau unlatches, bare
Its gowns of dirt and graven sum
Unfurl beneath the stagnant air
Cold winds spill ink on fractured stone
Where hands of rot disturb the dead
And worms, in whispered tongues, intone
The harvest of what’s left unsaid
Exhumed from sleep, the bones are torn
Their silence cracks beneath the claw
As twilight’s mouth, unholy born
Consumes the flesh by nature’s law
The father’s shoes, once clean with pride
Now walk on dust where virtues died
