The Fall
A moment suspended, between here and there
The rush of air is sudden.
Icy panic grips my pounding heart
As the din of the vile crowd becomes an uproar.
“Witch!” they cry, “Burn in hell where ye belong!”
* The end will be welcome.
The scars still burn, yea, as do my lungs,
Behind ribs cracked from the force of their blows.
Unwelcome artifacts of the “trials”.
* The fall seems too long.
The hangman was too anxious.
Did he fail to secure the rope in his haste?
Prithee, God, if thou hearest, be merciful!
Let the horror end.
Beauty was my only sin.
I welcomed not their advances.
'Twas envy brought the accusation
And bloodlust, the sentencing.
* At last, the tug and the snap.
A flash of white-hot pain
Gives way to cool, peaceful darkness.
Fear is purged, replaced by overwhelming love
And a great sense of belonging,
A warm, distant light beckons.
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My mind took off without me on the theme of this challenge, and here's where we ended up. Thanks for reading!
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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