Between The Hollow Bones

Poetry

Photo by Patrick Hawlik on Unsplash

Warning: horror elements

Chanted words
chanted tombs
stuck in these
enchanted rooms

Free me from these
spider-bones
(the way they dance,
the way they moan)

Unlock the heart
of this
casket; the canvas
of this
cold skin,
pigments left
unknown,
and uncaring

You had the key
long ago — do you
have it still?

The centrepiece
is shining still,
candlesticks in
a macabre meal-time
tableau
(You had the key,
long ago.)

Trapped in these
enchanted tombs,
wrapped among these
chanted rooms,
and only the spiders
are still dancing,
between the hollow bones,
beneath this casket,
filled with flesh and soul,
which was sealed so very long ago.