This poem is posted for National Poetry Writing Month,
30 Poems in 30 Days
Call for a Sonnet:
|Cremona Torrazzo Interno 02 Scala a Chiocciola|
by Sailko -Wikipedia Commons
Below the stairs, what tale is there to tell?
Whispers form in steam of truth and fiction,
Cloud the glass of my imagination.
Voices of oil and lye simmer to a swell,
Emancipating stains. A trial to dispel
The rumors - terror tales – contradiction:
Alchemy of silence in confession.
A priestess pressed by mangle in her cell.
I feel I am waiting for the picture
To crystallize a focus, fog to clear;
Praying on a keyboard for her story,
Reaching out to tap her, gently capture
Secrets kept in mystery down the years.
They're there - downstairs - within his scullery.