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Blooded
(a postmodern sonnet)
from Jade-Pandora's
DUP's NaPoWriMo 2016 competition
I wish your steady golden eyes would leave,
For almost forty-years your ghost remains.
You never made a sound, I can’t believe,
With everything smeared in your bloody stains.
How you and that old Chrysler came undone,
And how we got involved, I’ll never know.
But there we are, that group, me with my gun,
And all my older kin said I should go.
That moment sighting down the barrel’s side,
Me praying that you would not turn my way,
But from me and your end you would not hide,
I shot that face, I blew it straight away.
With severed legs and single shot you went,
But left your eyes, my decades long repent.
from Jade-Pandora's
DUP's NaPoWriMo 2016 competition
I wish your steady golden eyes would leave,
For almost forty-years your ghost remains.
You never made a sound, I can’t believe,
With everything smeared in your bloody stains.
How you and that old Chrysler came undone,
And how we got involved, I’ll never know.
But there we are, that group, me with my gun,
And all my older kin said I should go.
That moment sighting down the barrel’s side,
Me praying that you would not turn my way,
But from me and your end you would not hide,
I shot that face, I blew it straight away.
With severed legs and single shot you went,
But left your eyes, my decades long repent.
Published 15th Apr 2016
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