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The Poppy Girl

The Poppy Girl

By Lorna Caizley and Jason Brown

She silently wanders the winding stair
For dead girls have no mouths from which to speak
The scent of wilting poppies fills the air
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Engrained in bleakest stonework of despair
Her blood upon the walls from where it seeps
She silently wanders the winding stair
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As she looks upon those who are still there
Kept within the castleā€™s lonely Keep
The scent of wilting poppies fills the air
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She finds herself inside the darkest lair
Alone. Unsated. Nothing left to seek
She silently wanders the winding stair
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Imprisoned by a Duke: her desperate prayer
is left unanswered: Quietly she weeps
The scent of wilting poppies fills the air
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Dignity lost at lifeā€™s brutal Fair
Her debt repaid in full, as they did reap
She silently wanders the winding stair
The scent of wilting poppies fills the air

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Jason Brown

Ah darling...I loved writing this with you last night. It's so much more fun to be "...talking about that poetry stuff" than anythings else in the world!!

I love you so so much...

your Jason XxXxXxXxXx

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Lorna

Hahaha, Yes Dear!!....anything?? x

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sparrowsong

Hello Lorna and Jason...

Great Paranormal write indeed!

Thank you for sharing...

Best wishes and blessings!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Lorna

Hi Sparrowsong,
Thank you so much for your kind comment on our poem
much appreciated
Lorna and Jason
xxx

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Larry Ran

Our Dear Friends Lorna and Jason,

What used to smell like the blossomed Rose
Scents of wilting poppies now fill her nose
In a colden castle, she roams the halls
Remembering days of feasts and balls

.
But imprisoned by an evil man
She sustains herself howe'er she can
Those memories of the life she led
Is how she lives, now that she is dead

.
All my love,
Larry xxx

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Lorna

Hi Larry, your poetical replies are always such a highlight,Ā  and your interpretation is always spot on :DĀ 
All our love Jason and LornaĀ 
xxxxx

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GREG TUCKER THE...

"Dignity lost at lifeā€™s brutal Fair
Her debt repaid in full, as they did reap
She silently wanders the winding stair
The scent of wilting poppies fills the air"

Speaks volumes to me !!!! You are so brilliant!!!

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Lorna

Hi Gregory, Thank you so much, it was a collaboration between Jason andĀ  I ! We decided to do somting a little ghostly :D....I'll be over in a moment to see your latest poetic offeringsĀ 
LornaĀ 
XX

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Tony Taylor

Hey LORNA & JASON!!
Apologies for not replying sooner. Glad I didn't miss this one.
Thick with ' storytelling's heritage' the kind of write that is simply
haunting no matter how you tell it!!... The title caught me because
The Poppy was such an important flower to fallen soldiers ~ I believe it's
STILL the flower for 'Remembrance Day' or the American equivalent "Memorial Day"..... the simplistic images of blood so subtly woven into it...., and the repetition of "The smell of wilting Poppies " drove powerful images into
My minds eye.,,.. the whole time I felt I was in a decaying (grayish) castle with the insanity of apparitions being the dominant theme for the 'dĆ©cor!! (smiles).....lĆ“ved it..... Hey, what can I say ~ 'I'm a sucker for a good 'ol fashioned Ghost Story'.....smiles.......tons-O-stars!!!.....T xo ?āœ³āœ“ā˜€ā™„??

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Lorna

Hi Tony, thank you for your comment, We decided to write a ghost story and came across the poppy girls tale...it's really quite harrowingĀ  and we wanted to get that across..very glad you enjoyed this one Thank you so much
all our loveĀ 
Jason and Lorna xxx

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Neville

It seems I got here just in time and not too late after all .. I take my hat off to the both of you on what reads like a seamless collaboration .. ink extremely well spilt in my humble opinion .. NevilleĀ 

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Lorna

Hahaha, no!! 6 years is not late at all....(but years are difficult to measure šŸ¤£)Ā  I'm a few chapters ahead of this one
Thank you for reading
Lorna xx
Ā 

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