NFHiB Poetry Competition

"Prologue: Silence"

(Submitted by: Ester)

Do you think, if my notion's come true,
The maid will mourn in black or dark-blue?
Because of the silence, and no sound of doors,
That may be dead bodies will lie across floors?

Then there will be parties,
We shall joyfully chant:
Here rest the smarties!
Come cover them fast with heaps of red sand!

Hell.

Did I think that they were dead?
8am, they’re much alive!
Switching on their techno-sounds,
For an early thumping jive,
In my mind I shout and yell:
Oh, I wish you’d go to hell!

Though my spell might end like Goethe's,
The apprentice missed the word
Could I meet them on some pastures?
Master landlord, play your cords!
All our lives are soon in ruins,
And you'll fill with sufferers bins.

What a life, this sort of neighbours:
Careless, selfish, just grieve others.

Wait you evils, in my cauldron,
Bubble herbs that'll show my worth!