The Ides of March, She Hides

She Hides

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She Hides

Beware the Ides of March

She hides because it is the ides of Caesar’s day of woes.
She’s afraid to leave the house on such a fateful day
For fear she’ll go where Caesar’s vengeful spirit goes,
And he’ll collect whate’er it is he says it is she owes.
And so her life will bear his curse through each eternal day.
It is the ides; she hides.

She really knows, deep down, away inside of her,
That this assumption really is presumption,
But her superstition got the better part of her—
She trembles with the fear of being hooked upon his lure,
She never does expect that this could be pretension–
For it’s the ides; so she hides.

The evil of the doers hangs suspicious on the air;
You feel the threat’ning mist in which the evil spirit hides
As you adventure here and there; you feel the rising hair
Upon your neck and hear the blades upon the silent stair
As he comes to take your life as easy as he glides.
So she says; so it is she hides.
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But can the ghost of Caesar really come back and haunt?
Can a ghost come back and kill, simply a grudge to nurse?
He was never of Egyptian pharaoh’s blood and so his curse—
Believe or not the risk is strong and it is bound to daunt–
Was one of martyrdom, she says, and may be so much worse.
Or so she’s read; so it is she hides.

Yet she who feels can feel the wrath from yesteryear’s wrong deed.
Night sweats and horrid dreams do keep her well inside the door.
And who can argue with the fear of evil ’neath the floor?
Fears of woe that stop one’s daily life — she surely has to heed,
Yet such the reach of myth that thrives and in her soul does bore.
So it is she trembles; and so she hides.

Vengeance shall be mine, the ghost of Caesar says,
If you have tainted blood I’ll have a taste of that,
And you shall rue the day that ever you cheered my death
And I shall haunt your day in every way until you shrivel up!
And she believes; and so it is she hides.
Do you believe? Perhaps you’d better hide.

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Copyright © H. W. Bryce 2016, She Hides


For the person with Alzheimer’s, such fears, obsessions, hypertension, or superstitions might appear at any time, be persistent for a while, and be scary. Seek help.

CREDITS:   Hiding–  http://www.deviantart.com/art/hiding-98925265
stabbing–   http://www.deviantart.com/art/Knives-in-the-dark-262057458
Caesar– From Janet Kvammen, Planet Janet Creations
https://www.facebook.com/pages/PlanetJanet-Creations/210914705597127?fref=ts

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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