Martina Moriarty

Veteran Poet - 1,555 Points (15/04/1964 / Kerry)

Chapter Thirteen - Poem by Martina Moriarty

The old house had been locked up for years?
So she entered the den of a dying woman's dream
The sitting room was overcrowded with big wardrobes and oversized dressers
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Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about Chapter Thirteen by Martina Moriarty

  • Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (9/10/2013 7:03:00 PM)


    Very mystical, no, morbid, no, and I was thinking bankrupcy of the chapter thirteen
    A strange poem that enters the mind and won't leave. Intriguing and enticing and inviting
    all at the same.
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