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Upon her home of stone

Poetry By: Vashti Puls

A unwed woman ends her life
betrayed by her only love
He did not know she lost their child
and seeks to gain her back-too late

Submitted:Apr 8, 2013    Reads: 23    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

Too ashamed to carve her name upon the distant tree

haunted she sat and watched the clouds wipe her grey tears away
The mist took on a fear much deeper than a worms caress
she bargained for the lightening s kiss but found only her duress
Each shadow made a shelf upon which she placed her burdened cares
of butterflies with pinned down wings and embryos with vacant stares
He haunted her each night like clock works non-aligned
Misunderstood she turned to wood and left her soul behind- with the infants ghostly cry
Come back to me- he climbed the tree -to reach the highest branch
but although he felt the wind blow free he could not hear her laugh
Though beckoning unreasonably he wove the rope to braid
She never danced for him again -oh how her body swayed
Beneath the roots on darkened stools the elves upon a table lay
poison morels and crimson berries and songs they could not pray
-upon their silken petalled plated they ate of her false sins
-from acorn cups full of rye they drank to her dismissed innocence-
He never spoke a word again yet sat beneath the tree
a ribbon woven in the hemp of her immorality
They say he died that way-alone and forever forlorn
His heart still beat -beneath his feet-etched upon her home of stone
Vashti Puls


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