Sonnet 497

Ebenezer! Ebenezer! She wailed;
Her strident voice glass shattered on the stairs,
Reverberating off cold claws worn rails
To grate upon my cauliflower ears;
There through a rent in velvet, stabbing light
That curdled in the dust like devil’s rain
Swirling in a time warped tortured plight
As if escape lay down some filthy drain.
So did my thoughts now mingle in that puddle,
A twisting morass of angst and remorse
That rendered heart and mind a hopeless muddle,
White knuckled hope alone to stay the course.
A glint of brass upon the handled door
Reflecting off that heavy ring I wore.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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