19 And Pregnant, Durham Poem by Deborah Cox
19 And Pregnant, Durham
Rating: ★3.0
Her castle walls are falling:
one day each brick shall call
- from stone-bleached pink of chapel arch
to wood-beamed balcony
(nothing will seem so steady
as the mortars chip so slow
and the bells each quarter chiming) -
its sullen crescendo.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,loss
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