A Widow's Lark

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 30, 2017

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Submitted: April 30, 2017



A Widow’s Lark


A lonely lark sits by the sill

Of rustic cinnamon and amber tilth

Perilous hours spent on a serpentine trail  

A tumultuous journey of swollen terrain 

O’er waves of deep blue and luscious green

A docile dwelling concealed in between

Alas, the final destination is reached

Near the windowsill where the widow sleeps


A silent observer of the years that passed

A curator of memories that no longer amounts

Poised on a flimsy twig, the lark finds its place 

A lifetime of recollection adorns the mournful space

Behind these walls lie a potpourri of tales

The stories they hold unbeknownst to most

For no one knows what lies therein

But a lone observer whose heard them spill

A life lived in reflection,  a companion in the dark

For what the widow had braved so too had the lark

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