her remorse glimmers gray and pale
a graveyard penance for lost times
tattered like a ghostly veil
the lover pines
she bows her head
fragments cut like a crown of thorns
still she holds the memory of the dead
the lover mourns
I gave it my best effort but I couldn’t get “folk” to fit. Oh well. Thanks for the inspiration Brenda.
Here’s the Sunday Wordle words: dead pines penance mourns folk glimmer graveyard remorse ghostly fragments lover shadowy
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A very touching poem.
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Tina I love how you maintain a clear melancholic, gothic tone in this piece it’s very effective. Your poem doesn’t need the word ‘folk’ – the only way I could see would be something like ‘woven in old folk-lore’s veil’ – but that doesn’t scan as well as your words so I think you made the right choice 🙌
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