Poem -

The Gingerbread House

author
Marion

There are no paths I would not follow
Till I find you
But the gingerbread house is hidden
By overgrown...and gnarled...
Black trees
And everywhere...are hiding things...
They shoot arrows
Straight at me

I think they are angels
They are vicious vile things
Their wings full of poison
Your death...their great sin,
and

You didn't trail breadcrumbs
I don't know where you've gone
But I'll keep searching son
I'll keep moving on

Till I find you...

Marion Price 25/7/21
 
 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

hugs!..........................................................................................................Jim

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Gwendoline

So creative and heart wrenching, Hugs 💗  

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