Last of the Breed

The old man sat in a musty room

And his eyes peered on outside,

Where trees were lost in the evening gloom

With the rest of the countryside,

He watched the woman, tied to a tree

As she shook her golden hair,

And cried again, so piteously

In the essence of despair.

There weren’t so many, roaming and free

He thought, in the cruel world,

Not more than a few in captivity

And some, they called them ‘a girl’,

He thought of his faded mother then

Before they took her away,

And told him then, he was only ten

That they needed her for ‘play’.

He’d caught this one in a rabbit trap

As she crept in the depth of the wood,

Her hair was gold but her eyes were black

And she’d fought him, well and good,

He bound her wrists and shackled her feet

Before he could let her be,

Then carried her back to his tiny shack

And tied her fast to a tree.

He didn’t know what to do with her

He’d never had one alone,

Maybe she’d make good eating when

He stripped her down to the bone,

Out in the night he tore her dress

When taking her clothing down,

Then stood amazed with his eyebrows raised

At the extra flesh he found.

She couldn’t speak in his language then

But only could scream and cry,

He hadn’t hurt or abused her, when

She glared, and spat in his eye,

So he filled up the ancient cooking pot

And he brought her slow to the boil,

Then when she was dead, he took her head

In hopes that her meat not spoil.

David Lewis Paget 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wild tale my friend. Took reader to wild woman and some wild game to eat. Held my attention to the last words. Thank you David for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Kreepy bitter tale...good write...

[minisla]

Nothing civil about this one I'm afraid. Ended a bit abruptly.

[Valentine]

Gee whiz, I was looking for a ending that united the two, not the surprise ending I found. You must have All Hallows Eve on your mind. Valentine

[D Connolly]

Once again, I am transported to another time and place, to live another life apart from my own.
Good job!

[Jane Winters Rogers]

Oh my goodness David! What a poem and that ending was amazing and I thought it humorous when you described how he took her dress off and stood looking at extra flesh" with his eyebrows raised " lol not sure what to do with her. Great poem I love how you put a "little extra" in everything you write...you're a great poet