My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #121
In autumn,
when he came calling,
leaves turning,
fires burning,
tendrils of mist were curling,
leaves were falling.
In autumn,
in the forest dark,
his black art
ate her heart,
ripped her gentle limbs apart,
left the devil’s mark.
In autumn,
he ripped off her face
to erase
his disgrace;
her tortured soul haunts that place,
still an unsolved case.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
– Olney IL
writing in north norfolk 
“Spooky, gothic piece. The lively rhyme contrasts well with the darkness of the words,” she said. “You have captured the eeriness of the image.”
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Thank you so much. I was worried it might be too dark.
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“No, given the picture, not too dark. The rhyming gives the lightness necessary,” she replied.
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