Rachael Aislynn Musgrove

Woman With A Cloak - Poem by Rachael Aislynn Musgrove

A woman with a cloak
She left the room like smoke
She had stood there quite ghastly
And raised her hand fastly
Her nails were black with things
Her fingers riddled with rings
From her purse she pulled a black orb
Without saying a single word.
She placed it on the mantle
Far above the fire.
She must have feared I'd meddle
So about it, she placed wire.
I took one step back as she took two towards me
What happened next, the majority won't believe
She pat me on the brow twice, leaving a painted cross.
She bowed and wept
and with a toss of her cloak
she left.
A woman like smoke.

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May 15,2013

Comments about Woman With A Cloak by Rachael Aislynn Musgrove

  • Dr Library @ Debadarshi (6/2/2013 5:00:00 AM)

    really the cloak... Invisible.... Mentored to write.... good imagination.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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