A Licentia poem (sort of) from an unfortunate character's perspective. . . |
Note: When I tried to choose a form for this poem, I picked something called the Licentia. You can find an explanation of that form here:http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/licentiarhymeform.html.I have, however, taken one liberty. A licentia is supposed to have eleven syllables in each line, but I felt that was a little too unwieldy so I made it only eight syllables per line. The moon shines brightly in the night. From darkness, it pours out a light Hair growing out upon my face My arms, my legs, and in that place Which I don't want people to see Someone will die because of me. I leap naked into my tub I try to scratch. I try to scrub. But it is useless, as I know When I look out of the window The moon shines brightly in the night. From darkness, it pours out a light. Hair growing out upon my face, My arms my legs and in that place Which no one ever talks about, But now I want to scream and shout. I scrub until I start to bleed. My stomach says it's time to feed Upon some fresh and tasty meat. Jump from the tub, land on my feet but they, by now, are more like paws And I dash out of the house because- The moon shines brightly in the night. From darkness, it pours out a light, Which I don't want people to see. Someone will die because of me. From in the moonlight's lovely glow, I see a girl whose face I know. I see her with my good friend, Jim. She's taking off her shirt for him Jim moves to touch those lovely mounds But draws back when he hears the sound Of me appearing to my food. Those private body parts taste good. The moon shines brightly in the night, From darkness it pours out a light. 36 lines. 252 words |