Once upon a stormy dark November
a lady dressed in white came home distressed
to find her lover, dead, dismembered.
His heart she found removed from broken chest,
and on the stove his flesh and bones were stewing.
The lady tied an apron round her waist
to clean the scarlet mess he’d made when dying,
and spiced the stew with thyme for better taste.
Today we will have some fun at dVerse with Lillian. Start your poem with “Once upon” followed by anything but the normal word time.
October 30, 2018