Sister In Mourning Poem by james watkin

Sister In Mourning



From where marks the spot, flowers
A life, beautiful
Cut down of that scythe had been
If mistaken seen
For a weed, so senseless twas
Death's sharp raised, awful

A trail of tears, could you see
Trudged heartbreak yet hear
Leads back! As far two dancers
Swept up romancers
Fairy's glee lit, in love's dream
Princely tales endear.

Saturday, November 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death,imagination,sisters
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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