StigmaterA Poem by C.R.TurnerWoman in pain
Stigmater -
poisoned mother. Bleeding love, they took your child. Joan of Arc, tortured soul - haunted, hunted, burned. They split your love, prised you inside out - blood and teeth on the outside, writhing, cursing, spitting, hexing. Agony. Your beautiful child stolen from you - your inner peace and beauty hooked and hung out like dead rat. They crushed and broke you with immeasurable pressure. A mangled flower, petals fractured and frozen. Heart cold, with the sadness of a damp cell. Your beauty is missed by most, drowned in their shallow lives, recoiling in your screams, they cry 'Banshee'! I say 'She'. A Beautiful Woman - a Wonderful Love denied - and my friend.
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Added on May 12, 2015 Last Updated on May 14, 2015 AuthorC.R.TurnerIrelandAboutI'm a professional €150k a year poet. I can go from nought to tingly in two stanzas or less! Yeah right!! Sorry to disappoint but I'm just a regular guy processing his dirty linen in public, v.. more..Writing
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