pearls

History of the Eschar

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2010/04/05

A voice that slept in subdued silence woke
and tiptoed down the hall to mama's room
to wrap its breath in flame beneath the smoke.

"The scab that clears your throat," her witness spoke,
"Will tell your secret lover's nom de plume."

A voice that slept in subdued silence woke
her daddy's nightmare to her brother's joke
why mama tastes of beer and cheap perfume.

To wrap its breath in flame beneath the smoke
of innocence, her fervent visions stoke
that little light: its how, its why, its whom.

A voice that slept in subdued silence woke
to fuel its fiery trance.  Soft whispers choke—
Their feu de joie serves as their burntout tomb.

To wrap its breath in flame, beneath the smoke
her witness wears her lover's dark gray cloak.
Can any touch so wasted still consume?

A voice that slept in subdued silence woke
to wrap its breath in flame beneath the smoke.

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