I watch the seconds slowly tick
in this goal of discontent
the sands of time are soon to stop
times eternal tides are spent
when the clock tower strikes it’s hourly chime
they'll hang me for this heinous crime
for revenge is swift and sweet
when there's no ground
to rest your feet.
-
This hempen noose on which I swing
is taut as gallows groan
broken is my neck
as daybreak brings a brand new dawn
justice always wins
I swing for all my sins
and time does finally stop
when from the hangman's rope
I drop………
©
Mr. Watson
January 2016
Submitted: January 21, 2016
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Niiice! This has such a great mood to it, I love it! Dark without being graphic. There's still a small amount of cheer found in the words. That second stanza in particular is wonderful.
Fantastic poem, sir!
Suitably grim, Sir! An economy of words to describe what is about to take place. Well done.
~Tom
I actually visualised that as I read it. Excellent.
Thu, January 21st, 2016 10:34pmThis is an excellent verse full well chosen words and oozing with menace, Mr Watson. Nice work.
Regards
Chris
The gallows can be seen in so many lights here, and the drop from the noose is like breaking away from your sins. By swinging from the rope and experiencing death in a close encounter, everything becomes pure and more vivid and you can realize the mistakes you've made in life.
Excellent, as usual. :D
Well done Mr Watson! It's not very often that you can read the testimony of a dead man
Wed, January 27th, 2016 4:00pmA chilling tale that left me tugging at the collar of my shirt. Truly one of my favorites from you, Mr. Watson. Great piece of poetry!
Sun, January 31st, 2016 9:47pmOh that was perfect. I was totally there, seeing it happen like spectators did back in the day. Very well written!
Fri, March 4th, 2016 5:19pmWhoa, I can almost feel that noose around my neck. Great description, great poem.
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zanybelle
A dark and haunting scene which is so vividly told in these poetic verses. The countdown of the clock as the punishment edges ever nearer to the hanged is described eerily realistically. Excellent work Mister Watson as I feel transported to the Victorian era, thankfully only a brief stop! Thanks for sharing your work :)
Thu, January 21st, 2016 9:15pmAuthor
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I'm pleased you liked it Zany. It can't have been a nice feeling waiting for the next hour to chime !
Fri, January 22nd, 2016 12:37pm