Poem -
Remnants
In this field in which I reign
O'er rows of gilded grain
Stoic upon crucified throne
Husk enshrined dry as bone
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Once aligned plotted rows
Weed on it amply grows
God endowed bumpkin knave
Gone to seed humble grave
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Toil expiry calloused hand
Sown on relentless land
Omitted here remnants when
Life unyielding back then
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Generations now forgot
All one's pride surely sought
Forsaken house, senescent shell
Only bygone shadows dwell
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My goodness what an epic first stanza. You just know itβs going to be quite the dark ride reading on. My word it didnβt let the reader down. A brilliant poem and very creepy x
thank you Gwen
Love the creepy dark edge in most of your writes Lisa...does it for me π
thank you Marion
Quite the perfect titleΒ
placed atopΒ
what is essentiallyΒ
an extremely well craftedΒ pageΒ
Hence, I do
most solomnlyΒ and yes,
sincerely tooΒ
bowΒ and lowΒ beforeΒ your
noir ink m'lady POETESSDARKLY
Neville :)
thank you for the read, Your support is greatly appreciated
We all need some of that, don't we but rest assured, tis my pleasure entirely ..... N:)
:)
Such a pleasure to have you back! You haven't missed a heartbeat, another wonderful write.
Simon my buddy my pal! nice to see you. thank you for stopping by