dirge

in veils of black crepe silk she rose

each night to tempt my tongue

a phoenix in mourning

 

at the window a whisper

a gap so small

the nursery lies empty

◄ ode to amy watson

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 1st Sep 2016 12:21

Great imagery as always Stu.

I re-watched "The woman in black" last week, this piece had me thinking of it.

I like the words "a gap so small" as if to suggest how fragile the balance is between surrendering to temptation and not, it doesn't take much to break a will sometimes.

David.

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