Felt a need to exercise my iambic skills and give you a ghastly sonnet in Trifecta. The word today is
Rusty
3a : of the color rust
b : dulled in color or appearance by age and use
Clearly indicating blood stains.
She’s walking slowly through the castle halls
a slanting moon enlighten her in bluish hue
alone a dance invited to the ghostly balls
the shining ax she’s wielding targets you
Her gown has rusty stains from previous acts
her manic laughter speaks of lunacy
you’d better hide, avoid to challenge facts
It wouldn’t work to use diplomacy
But snarling she has felt your scent of fear
from trickling sweat that flowers on your chest
but strength you get from deaths of those once dear
and easily you can the weapon from her wrest
And once again she is the little girl
your daughter’s sweet with hair in silken curls
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June 24, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Wow. Brilliance.
Thank you… 🙂
Very spooky, would make a good film!
Ahh that would be something… a little bit like Omen maybe ?
That’s a bit chilling but good!
Thank you 🙂
oh, that is very spooky and brilliantly written. you brought us right into the story and had me holding my breath.
I love dark poetry… maybe a little bit of Poe
yes, it was inspired and held traces of Poe for sure.
Remind me never to be in a dark place with you…LOL
This certainly is creepy! I’d hate to meet up with her in the castle hallways.
A little obsessed child with an axe to grind…
we may have to have someone do a drive by of YOUR place as well as Brian’s . . . just to make sure you’re all okay and all that . . . that is to say, Bjorn!!! Spooky 🙂
Hehe… little of Poe here
This is my kind of poetry! I love the darkness and the depth you put into your words. Brilliance!
Thank you… I think that darkness fits particularly well into classic poetry like sonnets.
Very spooky, but a fun twist at the end.
Fun or even scarier 😉
Eerie.. a great piece! 🙂
🙂
A bit spooky but not too much. And I like the the illustration too.
A dark one that emerges in sunshine!!
Very well done. And a perfect sonnet to boot. Thumbs up.
Spooky and chilling, especially love this line ” But snarling she has felt your scent of fear, from trickling sweat that flowers on your chest” Great imagery, and the last line is brilliant.
A spooky sonnet…. The last line allows me to reread with Halloween imaginings.
Chilling but brilliant, Bjorn 🙂
Well I won’t be able to sleep tonight. Thanks a lot. 😉
This is killer Bjorn! You painted such a perfectly sharp contrast between sweet curls and complete hell! Brilliant!!
This is frighteningly good.
I love your new design and this line is my favorite: trickling sweat that flowers on your chest
Iambic pentameter sounded so ominous to me in high school English class. It was like some kind of evil incantation. You obviously have a perfect grasp of it and make it work so well for you.
yet the fear turns around a bit in the end and makes me feel so sad. Breaks my heart, really. Would make a great novel, a mother protecting a child that is insane… Nicely done.
Have you been spying on me? That sounds an awful lot like my kids when they first wake up…
Wonderfully creepy. Great ending! Love it!!
Creepy and well done.
Beautiful, Björn. The language flows so nicely.
Always such beauty in your writing no matter what the topic. Absolutely wonderful!
Kudos for a sonnet in noir! Also, I’m guessing the narrator was Lizzy Borden’s parent?