Poetry: Selections from B F Jones

We are 

The trapped souls 

Of long ago prisoners 

 

Molten from century-old 

Prayers 

Scribbled on mouldy walls 

 

We scream invisible 

Fear 

Piled in cell corners 

 

We cry tarnished 

Tears

For a destiny that wasn’t 

 

We eye bright metal blades

Blood rill 

Soon swallowed into the ground. 

Down the cellar 

There’s crying 

Screaming echoed

Travelling up the stairs 

Losing power 

With every step 

And reaching them 

In quiet washed down 

Moans and miaows.

They stop and listen 

For a moment 

Eyebrows creased

Necks tilted.

They shake their heads 

Raise their shoulders 

And get on with their 

Ordinary lives.

B F Jones is French and lives in the UK. She is co-editor of Punk Noir Magazine and she also writes poetry and flash fiction. Her debut poetry collection, The Only Sounds Left, and her flash fiction collection, Artifice are both published by The Alien Buddha and available on Amazon.