Murder
A young life concluded, stolen by another;
Limbs akimbo, bloodless, face ashen.
My breath stuttered, looking down at her,
As though in the heat of passion.
Cold, sightless, gazing into the ether;
Dead eyes cry out for retaliation.
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a girl in a garden
a hardening heart
and a Winter's kiss
Salt in her bones
and the faltering
song of a mother's voice
resounding on stone
It's a thin tune
thin as new ice
and twice as cold
She curses the moon
ach gotta go ..."
I ask only that you write in "singsong"... It doesn't have to rhyme, although rhyming is good.
And you certainly don't have to stick with the same poem structure that I did. Do crazy things. Be creative."