Halls of Hate: Narrative Verse

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Electra Movie Camera image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Halls of Hate

Yes, yes I remember her, late this spring,
When in bud, the apples on the street were,
And fragrant the leaf, in she moved upstairs.
Midnight shifts I learned she worked in earnest,
To afford this luxury apartment,
Her dream, of historical character,
With white stucco walls, airy portico
And antecede…