The LadyA Poem by Freya Scott-RockelI wrote this one night after reading a some online creepy and supernatural real-life accounts.
The lady spins with whispered silks
At her wooden wheel Spinning out of time and yet so delicate to feel I spy her glimpse through doorways As I'm turning half away I catch her dress as it slinks by But never seems to stay The lady sits before the glass and slowly combs her hair Before I catch her and she turns To seal me then and there In the shock grip of vacant, icy and so glassy stare And so I must admit at last The lady isn't there. © 2023 Freya Scott-Rockel |
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Added on August 1, 2023 Last Updated on August 1, 2023 AuthorFreya Scott-RockelEssex, United KingdomAboutI have been writing since I was old enough to string words together to form a story. I grew up in a small village and have always been close to nature which is a big inspiration for me. However,.. more..Writing
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