Only the Lilacs Know
by
Laryalee Fraser
(Age: 68)
copyright 06-28-2002
Age Rating: 18 to 127
A tiny room; its broken window webbed
in grey. Outside, a lilac bloomed and pulsed
its scent through purple veins. Upon a cot
a child lay crumpled -- torn by terror, wracked
with pain. Her thirteen years had not prepared
her for his crude attack -- his hands that forced
such degradation. Innocence had died;
the earth itself had cried, the lilacs called
for retribution. Yet he strode away,
unscathed. The years rolled by; he rode the plump
express of wealth and fame. Until that day...
A most peculiar accident, they said;
a clumsy fall down thirteen stairs -- it broke
his neck. His sins now feed eternal flames.
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I wish I could find more words worthy of your wonderful piece. I'm going to have to echo Patrick's words and simply add that your poem truly, deeply touched my heart. Thank you very much for enriching my life with your art.
Such a well-written example of how free verse may be used to create (in this case) a poem with the power to evoke awareness of and emotional responses to the evils of child abuse and its consequencws for both victim and perpetrator!
Your use of the lilac to introduce the story and as a final irony was a piece of creative ingenuity and an effective way to soften the tone without diminishing the message.
Thanks for sharing this one.
Patrick Talty.
innocence lost like this goes beyond sorrow and sadness, fleeing into the world of nightmares..your poem is haunting, but the retribution sought and acheived was well worth the read.
Nancy
Wonderful piece. Retribution is such a long term issue. I think you've capture the heart and soul of the kind of retribution that lasts forever. Very inspirational.
Once again you prove your versatility. Even the ugliness portrayed cannot escape the beauty of your phrases. The lilacs know you, and more importantly, you know them.