Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Okay, another week, and something new, again. I’m not sure if I got this one or not, but, I’ve had a good smash at it. Summer Storm was the theme, and the poem form is a rondelet, and the image is, below.

photo ©Fir0002

 

I close my eyes,

As the clouds move slowly in,

I close my eyes,

For I cannot watch her as she cries,

Her tears begin to soak into my skin,

Slowly washing away the remains of my sin,

I close my eyes.

 

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What was I thinking here with this?

Does it meet the challenge?

These are questions, that we all want answer to, maybe this, quick short below will help.

 

I fall to my knees, into the dirt,

her blood, still over my hands,

I hear the clap of thunder,

how strange it would happen now,

after I all that came before,

I look up into the oncoming storm,

and open my arms out wide,

closing my eyes and embracing the cleansing of the storm.