Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips,
And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the tree
Shrieked and slashed the wind, as a ship’s
Weird rigging in a storm shrieks hideously.
Within the house two voices arose in anger, a slender lash
Whistling delirious rage, and the dreadful sound
Of a thick lash booming and bruising, until it drowned
The other voice in a silence of blood, ’neath the noise of the ash.
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This is utterly haunting! I could picture an isolated country house in the middle of a high-winds storm....a couple inside fighting loudly. I cringed because I could hear the sound of the switch/whip whistling through the air to land on flesh...repeatedly. Haunting!
Elaina
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