The owl stare knows
family secrets, as taboo fingers
twitching to murmurs
preserving truths concealed
in hearts carved from stone
Cold, nocturnal and ominous
as the distant thunder
of a sleepless summer night
snuggled, with their comforters
escorting many to the grave
stiff - as abandoned leather
Nemesis, to the light
of day
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Those "taboo fingers" are always tucked away in "cold stone" not to be disturbed. Great imagery
Couldn't agree more! Thank you fellow Poet. Much appreciation.
Words revealing of the hidden and closed off Family Secrets-like the chilling and stone -cold imagery …
Thank you, fellow writer, for the visit and the kind words.
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