Seven Little Girls...

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Seven little girls went too deep

Into the forest where shadows creep.

They found a path, which was never there

And wandered down without a care

 

In a clearing they heard a song;

A haunting tune to sing-along

It got right in their flesh & bones

A lullaby of dulcet tones 

 

Within their minds, there grew a cyst

Where danced the oldest, darkest witch

Who hummed this ancient tune of death

Procured straight from the Devil's breath.

 

As darkness came their limbs grew heavy

Their flesh turned into human slurry:

Into the soil - their mouths still singing

This endless song of no beginning.

 

***

 

Parents searched through brook & bramble

For seven girls who went to ramble

But, they say, no trace was ever found

'though the wind carried an eerie sound

 

It carried through the leaves & trees

Became a sickly, pungent breeze

Then fell to earth as sweet, black rain

On those below who searched in vain

 

***

 

If in the forest, so very deep

You find a clearing & fall asleep

Your ear to the soil may hear

Seven little voices, so very clear

 

Their song will rake into your mind

The grass shall to your body bind

And into the soil your flesh shall seep

Where seven little girls

 wait Un-der-neath

 

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 4th Oct 2020 21:55

Ah yes, John! Picnic at hanging rock? That well may have been (unknowingly) the inspiration for this as I remember watching that as a young lad & finding it fascinating & eerie. Good spot! And thanks!

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John Coopey

Sun 4th Oct 2020 21:37

I loved this, Stephen. It reminded me of a film I saw decades ago about some girls who mysteriously disappeared on Ayers Rock (as it was then).

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 4th Oct 2020 15:41

Thanks again Paul & must admit I love a bit of Poe read by dim light on a dark, cold Halloween night!

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Paul Sayer

Sun 4th Oct 2020 15:17

What a poet Egar was Stephan.

I have always adored anything of a similar ilk.

You have a great talent Stephen, I do not hit the like on everything everybody posts.

I say this because at times it may seem that I do. This is only because I sometimes spend far, far too much time reading here lol.

Halloween or Samhain is a very exciting time for me, as I love anything and everything ghostly or spoooky!

I am not sure the iron-age Celts would think much of what we have done with their sacred day, however.

I am looking forward to reading more like this.

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 4th Oct 2020 15:01

Thank you Julie & Paul !
Actually, this was one of the first poems I ever wrote. The only poet I had ever read was Poe at the time (& now Po of course 😉)
And thanks for the always appreciated Likes.

julie callaghan

Sun 4th Oct 2020 13:11

Hauntingly good tale.

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Paul Sayer

Sun 4th Oct 2020 12:43

This is my kind of poetry!

Bring it on...

Great Imagery rhyme and verse. Every line paints a picture.

Well done Stephan.

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