Mine!
Reclaim
priceless art–
a dreamers’ ache—
Antiquity sold
stings like venomous asp!
Treacherys’ stolen repose….
Forgiveness curdles my stomach
as I vomit out expletives!
Generations raped from my stewards’ grasp.
I wrote a series of poems following a devastating robbery. This poem describes my feelings after losing a family heirloom entrusted to me.
Etheree Poetic Form: 10 line stanza, each line increasing the syllable by 1.
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