My Lady

Poe-esque I hope

My lady stands in the night

Amidst the early winters chill

Staring faithfully to the stars

 

To her chest she clutches

A worn and weathered tome

It's pages long lost to time

 

But she remembers

She remembers lines of hope

And of sadness

Of prophecies long lost

 

She remembers times of love

And the lack thereof

 

This book she clutches

To her bosom tightly

As ivy climbs her steady form

 

The book of her life

Her forgotten memoires

She holds in keeping

Until the ivy

Claims them both

Author's Note

This was written about a statue in front of my fiance's house

Reviews

[Imperfection]

You've drawn a very fine picture with well chosen words. And I think this picture is going to stay with me for a long time.

The book of her life

Her forgotten memoires

She holds in keeping

Until the ivy

Claims them both

The ending is superb.
I really liked this one. Lots.

[Dead Angel]

great imagery! i especially like the last stanza

The book of her life
Her forgotten memoires
She holds in keeping
Until the ivy
Claims them both

very creative and i could tell you're talking about a statue. wonderful write! :)

[Crystal]

This is a great write and even if I did not know what statue you were writing about, I would be able to visualize it.

[SM Davis]

To her chest she clutches
A worn and weathered tome
It's pages long lost to time

I loved this piece! It is concise and speaks volumes!

[James K. Blaylock]

Man, I truly dug this piece. I really enjoy reading your work. This was my fav stanza...


This book she clutches

To her bosom tightly

As ivy climbs her steady form