The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Lonely Voice
by Amy Zoellers
the You in you—-is it your own?
but no, you’re wrong.
it is imbued, suggested by our song,
our music, we, who walk alone
.
and chained here, having wandered weird—
our music, we, who walk alone
we shelter in the gramophone,
suggestions haunt unseen, unfeared
.
infested, this Victrola, filled
with placeless souls who only dare
to flick the drapes, perfume the air
as pained and jeweled songs we share
.
songs to you, accursed, entwined
here chained, having wandered weird
our vessel, relic: left behind
Now who will listen? Who will mind?
Who are we with none to hear?
.
Fiction © Copyright Amy Zoellers
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com.
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Very haunting and beautiful.
The poem fits the styles in the photograph so well! A bit of spectral wind from the past.
This is great – so evocative – love the line “having wandered weird” which carries us with the sound of the trapped souls.