Reluctant guest huddles
Abed, in scratchy wool
Treacherous kin cuddles
All sweet but morning’s fool.
Terror froze him in dread
No choice, he cannot dare
Heart’s thumping, calming thread
Honored traitor in snare.
Morning, buzzards waiting
Witnesses vie with vines
Right thought, evil blessing
Sweet poison, he ne’er whines.
Written for the "The Poetic Pen Workshop/Contest"
Prompts: 12 lines total with four lines in 3 stanzas, rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef, and same syllable count in each line.
Devices used (must use a minimum of 4):
Enjambment. 1
Understatement. 1
Alliteration. 10
Metaphor. 8
Sensory. 2, 7
Personification. 5, 9
Oxymoron. 8, 11 & 12
Cover in Public Domain. Isle of the Dead, Anton Bruckner, 1883
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