Incest Poem by Keith Elliott

She delighted in the warm sun, the breeze
Blowing gently between her golden locks and curl
Her wide blue eyes beckoned broadly
Beaming the innocence of a ten year old girl

Born into wealth she was privileged, aristocratic
The façade of perfection all the more dramatic and real
And lurking in the closet of his mind
A father outwardly loving but seriously ill

He read to her every night
Beside her in her bed he did whisper
Sweet nothings between stories of past ages
His wondering hand turning more than just the pages

He penetrated her body and her mind
Her virginity raped repeatedly with him above
Accepted as the norm this evening grind
After all this was an act of love

'Mummy' Daddy really loves me
The young child declared
'He fills me with delight...but gives me pain
Is that alright? '

Isolated and desolate from then on
She knew no motherly cuddle
Or fatherly embrace that would be natural
Any sibling sympathy was totally repugnant

Therefore it was no surprise that
She created her own island in the mind
Where she could wander at will
Where at all times her world was safe and still


Her father died a drunkard
Her mother never spoke again of love
She existed in her little sanctuary, her haven
Never venturing into this world for love

The tragedy is there for all to see
From a Father that she ironically loved so dear
A body and beauty of perfection to attest
But a mind destroyed by the brutal act of incest

She could only find love of the spiritual kind
Because no real intimacy could ever exist
No natural relationship could ever be found
Her Father denied her that when she did not resist