Stolen (Etheree)



priceless art–

a dreamers’ ache—

Antiquity sold

stings like venomous asp!

Treacherys’ stolen repose….

Forgiveness curdles my stomach

as I vomit out expletives!

Generations raped from my stewards’ grasp.

I wrote a series of poems following a devastating robbery.  This poem describes my feelings after losing a family heirloom entrusted to me.

Etheree Poetic Form: 10 line stanza, each line increasing the syllable by 1.