She speaks beyond the tempest in the tea
pot, in a most elliptic, broken mutter,
which---like the shadows lurking behind a shutter---
conveys a foreboding sense of inanity,
worth no more than the shrill profanity
that can be overheard in any gutter.
Ominous and breathtaking,
Ominous and breathtaking, this portrait emerges from an atmosphere of mystery "like the shadows lurking behind a shutter" and pathos . We hear a tragic, demented voice and we can't turn away. So many questions swirl in six power-packed lines and yet they don't. Somehow we know, and that is the magic of your artistry.
These are the remnants of a life, achingly sad as they are chilling.
Outstanding description and one hell of a title.
Thank you so much. I had
Thank you so much. I had hoped it would sound like a "haunted" poem, and I appreciate your understanding of it.
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