I wrote this in high school or soon thereafter. I found a story I started in college that I may be able to weave this into. It is not my favorite poem, but I like the rythmn…and I wrote a sequel to it some years later. I will share that next…
Call It Courage
a poem by db mcneill
This has been my only sin,
I am the killing violin.
All the nights have tumbled down.
All the flesh has turned to sand.
Beneath the sweet and trembling flesh
I’m spinning here inside your hand
and she says….
I am the killing violin.
I am the fire that burns within.
The child moaned.
A man has grown
here within my hand.
Walking westward in the rain
I find new ways to speak my pain.
I’m never coming home.
In the darkness I awoke.
A single fear,
the words we spoke.
So much more we have to share.
I am shaking, never dared
to take this moment in.
I can sense a danger.
I could not bear the loss
if you spiraled down to die
within this violin.
Years ago I had a dream.
A precious hope and not so far.
In darkness, you played your guitar.
In blackness, your tears blessed my skin.
The skein of souls that tumbled in
could not have sung their hearts in vain.
You put a bullet through your brain.
And so, in time, the truth is clear.
Despite the fire, I live in fear.
Too many eyes have died through this.
Your light could die within my kiss.
Become entangled in my strings.
In a moment hear the scream
spinning in my hand.
I cannot live without the dream
or live within the truth, it seems.
I only have the strength to kill.
Something this child must not feel.
The child has grown into a man.
I hold his offer in my hand.
Still I cannot let him in.
This has been my only sin.
I am the killing violin.
Beautiful…
*blushes* Thanks. It was most decidely inspired by emotional immaturity, so it’s nice to know that does NOT come through! The sequel will be up soon.
I like the rhythm (and repetition) too. I’m glad you shared and am looking forward to reading the sequel.
Thank you so much.
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