A patriarch lies there
bludgeoned to death by a club
in the shape of a woman
bystanders frozen in shock
recall interactions
-foresee a dark future
Is it a fear
or a nightmare that will dissolve
at dawn?
A shadow steps out of home
Is that a woman
howling?
petals in garlands
turn to flames
long-held concepts on fire
turning to ashes
before the incinerator shrieks.
Freedom at last…
CAPPING SENRYU
Ashes on the pyre
lighter than illusions – glow
with newfound freedom

Beautiful Reena 👍🕊️
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A powerful punch to this poem.
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