Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 21,875 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

In A Coffin - Poem by Gert Strydom

Hands folded over the chest
she lies forever stretched out
as if death out of the blue holds her calm
and nothing will wake her up,
from the last sleep folding coldly round her
and strangely changed from princess to rotting dirt.

Hands folded over the chest
she lies forever stretched out.
with no fingers clenching hot around mine
and drawing me nearer,
no arms embracing me to her body
and I am totally alone
and stare at hands folded over her chest.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 27, 2009



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