David McLansky

Freshman - 948 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Riff On Dr. Aggarwal's 'The Battered Wife.' - Poem by David McLansky

The pretty girl
With the battered face
Who swept the empty halls;
Her head bent low
In her disgrace
As she heard
My sharp footfalls;
When love can ball
And form a fist
And smash those fragile cheeks,
What love’s so weak
What heart’s so frail,
To bruise that skin so pale.


Comments about Riff On Dr. Aggarwal's 'The Battered Wife.' by David McLansky

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/28/2013 8:01:00 AM)

    I like it, I enjoyed it. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013


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