Poem -
THE RED STOOL
It is not your photo
or your beloved guitar
which stands sentry
lone piper
by the arm
of your chair
It is not the dust
though it screams
in despair
or even the anguish
that stalks
this cold air
It is the
fold up
solitary
lonely
red
stool
made for one
all alone
in a night
with no moon
and these tears I own now
leave a trail to the door
though I leave my heart here
it lies broke on the floor...
Marion Price(2020)
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You are really amazing!
Ha...you like it then? Thankyou Steve, deeply appreciated though there is a very large chance your comment is untrue ??
So much sorrow in this piece, I could feel the loneliness echo in each verse, and then that heartbreak in the last stanza, gosh my own heartstrings were pulled ?
Brilliant...that's exactly what I was aiming for Gwendoline, it's nice to get it right sometimes, sorry about your heartstrings ??
Always worth the pull, when reading such great work ??
This is brilliant!
Such sadness ? x
Yep sadness is good...I'm such a depressing cow aren't I ...lol...?...thankyou BM...glad you liked it ?