Poetry ~ Cabbage After Christmas

Hagar’s take on two prompts birthed a dark poem. ~ Cale

Generation after generation

one son after another

and women as well–

blood of criminality runs

cool through their veins

violence is nothing to them

merely part of day’s routine–

conscienceless, they drink

the dregs of others’ lives

who matter to them not–

No mystery trust

has vanished, become

a dusk mist tinged

with copper, reeking

of rust…fear, dread

and viral suspicion…

predators surround–

across globe red rain

drips like weeping

from neighboring trees

since Cain, in cursing rage

murdered his brother…

deep root of the red tree

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https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/01/14/writing-prompts-99/