Karai mai

Ten thousand strong you march across the courtyard,

Despised albiet for her love,

Worth a dead poets weight in silver as she watches from above.

Little rat.

With sprightly heart she does adore,

and your words are born once more,

Under the scorched earth by the temple doors.

Reviews

[Ahmad Cox]

Short but powerful. It almost has a dream like quality to it

[An owl on the moon]

Stark and powerful, every line makes me long for more. This is provocative and deeply moving.

[clairekeown25]

im so pleased you chose to review this poem as it has always been a personal favorite of mine, I will keep updated on your work, thank you for your message x