Last of the Breed

Last of the Breed

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The old man sat in a musty room
And his eyes peered on outside,
Where trees were lost in the evening gloom
With the rest of the countryside,
He watched the woman, tied to a tree
As she shook her golden hair,
And cried again, so piteously
In the essence of despair.

There weren’t so many, roaming and free
He thought, in the cruel world,
Not more than a few in captivity
And some, they called them ‘a girl’,
He thought of his faded mother then
Before they took her away,
And told him then, he was only ten
That they needed her for ‘play’.

He’d caught this one in a rabbit trap
As she crept in the depth of the wood,
Her hair was gold but her eyes were black
And she’d fought him, well and good,
He bound her wrists and shackled her feet
Before he could let her be,
Then carried her back to his tiny shack
And tied her fast to a tree.

He didn’t know what to do with her
He’d never had one alone,
Maybe she’d make good eating when
He stripped her down to the bone,
Out in the night he tore her dress
When taking her clothing down,
Then stood amazed with his eyebrows raised
At the extra flesh he found.

She couldn’t speak in his language then
But only could scream and cry,
He hadn’t hurt or abused her, when
She glared, and spat in his eye,
So he filled up the ancient cooking pot
And he brought her slow to the boil,
Then when she was dead, he took her head
In hopes that her meat not spoil.

David Lewis Paget 

© 2016 David Lewis Paget


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A wild tale my friend. Took reader to wild woman and some wild game to eat. Held my attention to the last words. Thank you David for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


Kreepy bitter tale...good write...

Posted 7 Years Ago


Nothing civil about this one I'm afraid. Ended a bit abruptly.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Gee whiz, I was looking for a ending that united the two, not the surprise ending I found. You must have All Hallows Eve on your mind. Valentine

Posted 7 Years Ago


Once again, I am transported to another time and place, to live another life apart from my own.
Good job!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Oh my goodness David! What a poem and that ending was amazing and I thought it humorous when you described how he took her dress off and stood looking at extra flesh" with his eyebrows raised " lol not sure what to do with her. Great poem I love how you put a "little extra" in everything you write...you're a great poet

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on October 20, 2016
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Tags: gloom, captivity, rabbit, pot

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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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