Poem -
Powdered Violets On Snow
she had all the trimmings of old
lace and old face
and tiny wise pearls for her eyes
she had just the right hair
powdered violets on snow
and when I last saw her
she wore proud death's glow
and Oh My,
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A definite Marion
Thanks Rory...I have a grim reaper complex...face it
we all got one 😆😆
I mean... wow 👌 👏 😍 🤯 😵
Thankyou love x
An eloquent, concise poem with striking imagery that flows well. And a great final line ("and Oh My"). Thanks for sharing.