Across his face crawled a fly, not a batting of the eye
You could hear skin crack when his jaw went slack
A string his tongue on a base fiddle strung
In voice calm he spoke that drifted into a bullfrog croak
Through dead air his tone etched exposed bone
Ice cracked, words unpacked
You're granted permission my daughter to marry
But if you harm her no one will find where your body I did burry
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Online) - Published: September 26th, 2026 03:23
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Loved this my friend, a Fav
Thanks very much my friend for your attention and comment it means a lot.
most welcome
Hi Sorenbarret, I love this write. I hope it works out for them both. He'll have to make it work if he's marrying the Don's daughter. I'm currently watching Gomorrah in Italian with subtitles. You're brilliant poem made me think of this.
- Syd 🍄
Thank you so much Syd for the read and comment. When my son in law married my oldest daughter I told him he could not afford her and being warned he had to sell his boat later but they have done well for the last thirty years, When my youngest daughter married I use the line in this poem and so far so good.
Great minds think alike .. I said the exact same thing to my son-in-law .. so far all is good ..
Thanks Neville your read is most appreciated. Yes then we are on the same track.
I would be dead. lol
Hope he waited till the old guy died before he divorced her.
Thanks so much Paul for the read and comment you made me smile. I appreciate you my friend
Good one, Soren. My dad usually sharpens his hatchet in plain sight when boys came by to pick up my sisters for dates.
Thanks Cryptic for the read and comment it is appreciated. I'd be cleaning my 30-06 when they came and would tell them that they were the only one I trusted and that they would be back by midnight not one minute latter. It always worked.
Good write SB.
Thank you so much Orchi I appreciate it
Hello, Soren,
A face to reckon with and words to fear, any young man would tremble and yet so out of character but understandable when the love of a daughter is involved, as would a wolf growl. Fierce, honest and poetically expressed with gusto. well done, my friend.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Thank you Tony for the read and comment it is most appreciated my friend
Or he can sleep with the Fishes. Should get the Message.
Thanks so much Kevin for the read and comment.
My Pleasure.
This cracked me up, Soren. There is nothing quite like fatherly approval with a burial clause attached. 😂 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much for the read Tristan. Yes marriage a binding of loyalties that if broken become a capital offense of treason. Appreciate the review my friend
A beautiful blending of grotesque imagery with quiet menace to create an atmosphere that is both disturbing and compelling.
Thank you Soheil I appreciate your read and comment my friend. Yes if you have daughters you know.
You are very welcome, my friend.
The Godfather 🤣 nicely played dear sorrenbarret, if every dad acted as a mobster when it came to their daughter's futures maybe the world would be nicer, this Don sounds pretty cool to me. Il padrino! 🌹
Thank you Teddy for the review and comment. Daughters resent a fathers protection at the time but latter it pays off.
As a woman who was once a girl I agree. 💜
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