An end – a beginning
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. His voice is raspy and weak as he pulls me in close. “My darling girl. My beautiful, darling girl. Why?” Rebellious tears roll down my cheeks. I want to be strong and stoic but I’m not. The wooden stake protruding from his chest spells an end for us both…he is dying and I am free.
turning this way and that way
finding sheer delight
confidence filling a heart
bewitching monstress dancing
Painting by Donna Matthews with aLet’s Make Art Tutorial
The above poem iswritten in a form called Haibun. Haibun, is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku/senryu/tanka. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story, and travel journal.Learn more about various poetry styles here.
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