Blood Sought After

Poetry Writing Contest response

Josh E.
Promptly Written
2 min readMay 18, 2023

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A skull resting on a white pedestal wearing a black crown against a white background
Photo by Payton Tuttle via Unsplash

A daughter quite crude,
With great attitude,
Saw fun in some lewd
Games with a boy.
This boy was estranged
And some say deranged.
The girl, he had changed,
But he was her toy.

One stubborn Father
Wished her another,
And tried to smother
The poor young gun.
But what he had found
Behind the compound
Would soon then expound
The heart she’d won.

Bent to the broken,
Pain was awoken,
Led to unspoken
Meadows of grief.
The boy clutched his chest
Which never found rest
When facing the best
Female heart thief.

Cows grazing calmly,
Watched as the army
Searched round to harm the
Man whose heart ached.
With feelings displayed,
And father dismayed,
The harp of love played.
Murder they faked.

Chased out to the field,
Their hearts did not yield,
Stood strong by the shield
Of true love’s fate.
The archers drew bows.
The soldiers shared blows.
And hatred arose
When egos inflate.

Fleeing the spiting,
Love reuniting,
Story rewriting.
Their time prolonged.
And under a tree
They seemed to be free
From what misery
Had love been wronged.

Soon when they found out
A birth was about,
They did not go shout
To halls up high.
Rather they vanished
And soon were banished,
Stuck in a famished
State of supply.

When calling for help,
The woman did yelp
As her father’s skelp
Struck her left cheek.
He’d found the child
Deep in the wild,
Its life defiled,
Seemingly weak.

But daughter did warn
His hands from her fawn
And boundaries drawn,
Holding son tight.
She now seemed to fear
With her father near,
Right by her son’s ear,
A strike at night.

Their fleeing began —
Kid, woman and man —
Away from the plan
To turn him in.
From throne the king sprung,
The traitors were hung.
The boy was still young,
Now full of sin.

This poem was written for Promptly Written’s 2023 Poetry Writing Contest.

Thank you to Ravyne Hawke, ADEOLA SHEEHY-ADEKALE and Bella Smith ⭐ for such an enjoyable opportunity to let poetry shine!

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Josh E.
Promptly Written

Australian poet whose footsteps through life are marked by poems. Some covered by fallen leaves, others washed away in the rain, but all of them unfeigned.