Poetry challenge


She squandered his smile
a feast for sore eyes,
the red-robin’s breast jolly.

melancholy famine she prayed
“release me from thy dungeon
cold and grey!”

the pain kept sprouting,
tears morphed, a watering can
her own hands dug the grave.

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16 thoughts on “Poetry challenge”

    1. Thank you for reading and commenting. Always a pleasure to read your blog. So fascinating the perspectives of life we learn to see reading other people’s expression. J

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