Treasure Island

Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

A Meaning Learnt


I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
Me down beside the ditch, a drooped thing
Some country boy may stick into his hat.
A paramour has no more use than that.

Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

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