You may sense my deep drawn sighs
as yet a graveyard draught
but I just crave your kind attention
a candle for my forgotten grave.
My father used to shut the door
and tell me that he loved me too
And I was silent as my belly grew
a baby girl was born with flaming eyes.
Then overwhelmed with shame
I drowned her in the pond below
and hanged myself on boughs above.
I’m cursed, a sinner and a ghost.
I will leave you, let you hate me
just light a candle on my baby’s grave.
Grave of a suicide victim by Wilhelm Kotarbinski
A second offering for my Halloween prompt at dVerse. Give a voice to the monster.
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October 31, 2017
More Swedish creepiness! My favourite film has to be Let the Right One In.
Shudder….
I like how she was thinking of her child in the end.
Oh Björn, so sad yet so excellent. I hope the father never rids himself of shame – but no doubt he does.
Anna :o]
This is truly heartbreaking. The poor girl, the poor baby. The father is the true horror in this.
This is tragic and poignant. Very well written.
This is just too sad!
So heartbreaking….
very poignant, so sad
This is no monster, Bjorn. Poor girl.
Oh this was so emotional! I am totally moved by it 😦
Profound.
Quite the grim tale. A perfect piece for Halloween.
My goodness so dark, yet the light of concern in the distraught mother’s heart
much love…
What a haunted twisted tale you weave. More scary and sAD for its reality. With that much anguish its no wonder she is still around haunting
Good Lord that is dark. Poor girl indeed. Compelling write. Had me hanging on every word until I was just left hanging with the tragic girl.
My spirit went south with this one. I need a drink from the bar..make it a little bit of everything. Very emotional poem Björn. A good write
This is so intense and your style is reminscent of Poe. Sad story.
This is so sad, the shame experienced by a young woman driving her to such ends. Very strong.
A haunting tale – wonderfully rendered. This has a story-telling cadence to it, that works so beautifully with the content/