David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
David Lewis Paget
Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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Obsession

I’d seen the widow walk back and forth
The length of the village street,
Her veil so black and her dress so long
You’d see neither face nor feet,
She never would speak to anyone
But would simply seem to glide
Within the folds of that mourning dress
Like a slowly ebbing tide.

At first she’d walk at the early dawn

But then she’d be gone by noon,
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Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Warren 16 September 2015

Nice build up to a surprising ending. Like the rest of your material always worth the read.

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 September 2015

I watch her enter the world again. Nice piece.

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