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Night fades, an awakening dawn, Awaken by the same song bird Singing from the soul, bittersweet memories heard A window ledge looking out to the grand oak trees upon the lawn, Squirrels playful in flight, shaken autumnal leaves; magenta & fawn A lowly stray cat jumps, chases leaves that swirl, a baby bird at first flight, sight blurred The cat pounces, a thief to his prey he captures, flees out of sight; the girl watches without a word A cacophony of deafening sounds force their noise up the narrow stairwell, the song bird is gone Pounding feet; her father he frightens the song bird far far away, a silence forms, In her nightdress the girl she grabs the soft torn eared teddy, Her tiny feet silently tiptoe, she lays flat on the old dusty wooden floor: Hiding under the four poster bed, her fearful breaths deep & heady Her heart misshaped as trampled by his feet, her soul mourns Filled with the same fear she faces each & every day, all that remains is the locking of her bedroom door. © Sia Jane
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
God & Monsters
Night fades, an awakening dawn, Awaken by the same song bird Singing from the soul, bittersweet memories heard A window ledge looking out to the grand oak trees upon the lawn, Squirrels playful in flight, shaken autumnal leaves; magenta & fawn A lowly stray cat jumps, chases leaves that swirl, a baby bird at first flight, sight blurred The cat pounces, a thief to his prey he captures, flees out of sight; the girl watches without a word A cacophony of deafening sounds force their noise up the narrow stairwell, the song bird is gone Pounding feet; her father he frightens the song bird far far away, a silence forms, In her nightdress the girl she grabs the soft torn eared teddy, Her tiny feet silently tiptoe, she lays flat on the old dusty wooden floor: Hiding under the four poster bed, her fearful breaths deep & heady Her heart misshaped as trampled by his feet, her soul mourns Filled with the same fear she faces each & every day, all that remains is the locking of her bedroom door. © Sia Jane
First attempt at a sonnet using an old poem of mine xxxx
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
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