The Old Steel Mill Poem by Antonia Nasi
The Old Steel Mill
Amid the vineyard
As dusk descends
Upon her perch
Her wings ascend
Her wedding gown
A crisp, cool white
Still flows among
These grapes at night
‘Twas long ago
This very place
The bells they chimed
The linens laced
Awaiting in the bridal room
He stood between her fate and doom
With stealth and skill
He’d planned his kill
Then dumped her in…the Old Steel Mill
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4/20/2024 10:21:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dark, tragic and the picture painted well in so few words, nice work