Ruth Walters


The Framing Shop - Poem by Ruth Walters

I walked into the framing shop
to browse some pictures idly
and suddenly I saw you there
whispering come buy me.

Lying in a little boat,
so quietly and woebegone
there you were, my lady fair,
drifting down to Camelot.

My mother used to read
about the mirror and the curse
and I remember every word
of every tragic verse.

I have no mirror or a curse,
no handsome knight to love
and yet my sweet and gentle maid
I mirror you in many ways.

I sit behind a monitor screen
I surf the web I'm never seen
but hide beneath my own dark dreams
in down town Camelot.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 4, 2013


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