The Scream Poem by Marieta Maglas

The Scream



Screaming Mannequins



Eyes huddled in fear,

that paralyzing fear in front of

the bullets mercilessly sprayed,

deeply sprayed by some cruelty,

which is fed up

with a lot of victims,

those defenseless victims of hate,

a dreadful hate,

which is fed up with a little love

as well as

a little pleasure can be fed up with a lot of pain,

that extreme pain,

which embellishes the madness,

a round and seemingly nonexistent madness being like

a strange cold having

many moisturized rosy-red, ,

rosy-red ring-shaped patches

associated with a giant Quincke swelling

and with a boisterous cooling noisy breath,

that snorting breath like a groaning song,

a love song for a dance of death,

that painful death for all the hot puppets,

beautiful puppets becoming cold wax mannequins,

those mannequins screaming in their red rain

of feelings,


those red feelings coloring a few sad moments,

cool moments of many winter fires

those burning fires in the lost caves of shadows.

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Saturday, January 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: screaming
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas

Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania
Close
Error Success