A haunting poem about a woman who learns of the death of her brothers by someone bringing her a bundle of black feathers in silk. I’m trying to write 31 poems this month associated with Halloween, haunting and horror. This is the 9th one so far.
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Black Feathers
8 Oct 2011
Black feathers everywhere
How do I know that death is not near
I have a bad feeling
That nothing is clear
Black feathers on my bed
How do I know that I soon won’t be dead
I have a bad feeling
That it’s all in my head
Black feather
Lost in heathers
Battle so weary
The day is dreary
Black feathers
All for my brothers
Never come home again
Taken by an evil dark sin
Black feathers wrapped in silk
How do I trust those that brought this ilk
I have a bad feeling
There is death in my milk
Black feathers everywhere
How do I take my life elsewhere
I have a bad feeling
That death is out there
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