My Brother's Passing

A Tyburn poem about the passing of my younger brother.

A Tyburn poem written for Week 14, Poetic Explorations.


Faceless
Graceless
Jarring
Scarring
Death rises up, faceless, graceless, bold.
Takes my brother, jarring, scarring, cold.


Author's Note:
A Tyburn poem has six lines consisting of 2, 2, 2, 2, 9, 9 syllables.

The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the first, second, third, and fourth lines as the 5th through 8th syllables.