English: Navy velvet trenchcoat (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Trenchcoat covers
Neck against a chill
That slivers down the alleyway
All the way to hell
Frost upon the grass breaks
As stranger’s feet tread by
Players roll their dice to see
Who may live or die
High heeled, cool stilettoed
Crack the innocent’s back
Deaf now to the cries of pain
All these things they lack
Somewhere in their making
Deep within, gone wrong
All their victim’s treasures
Traded for a song
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“That slivers down the alleyway….All the way to hell” Those two got me….think I have seen that alleyway. *shivers* A narrow escape. Loved it, Sis.
Thanks Skye…yes, I guess the poem is a bit portentous. : 🙂
Now you see, to me, that isn’t a trench coat. A proper trench coat should be one designed to be worn in the trenches of the first world war. You wouldn’t last very long against the bosch wearing a trench coat made out of crushed velvet at Flanders. Mind you, you probably wouldn’t last very long wearing a suit of armour either.
Very true on all points, it was just the best trenchcoat picture I could find in the wordpress image collection. 🙂
I once wore the same trench coat for 25 years – but it never inspired anything as good as this poem
LOL, thank you so much!! 🙂 😉
This is lovely! You have such an awesome imagination! Wish I could write poems like you do!!!
Thanks so much Briana! I really love your poetry though, so don’t be so hard on yourself!! 🙂 🙂
Aw, thank you my friend! 🙂
“That slivers down the alleyway
All the way to hell” Love this line!
Thank you!!! 🙂 🙂