The Winter Lady

Poem by: Jeff Bezaire

Reads: 515 | Likes: 7 | Shelves: 3 | Comments: 7

She wails in sorrow.

Upon the railing

A cascade of reflection

Draped in a silver glow

She wails in sorrow

Like flowing moonlight

Her gentle radiance

A spectre of the remaining hour

In dawn’s red glare she fades

Until again I see her there

A barren dais in the snow

The chilling wind hounds me no more

And my lady’s face watches as I go

Submitted: March 13, 2019

Horror ghost winter sorrow silver moonlight

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hullabaloo22

A truly haunting read, Jeff. Beautifully Gothic!

Wed, March 13th, 2019 8:39pm

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Thank you, Hully! Gothic was certainly in my mind. :)

Fri, March 15th, 2019 12:38pm

jmm424

Great poem, Jeff

Wed, March 13th, 2019 10:17pm

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Thank you, JMM!

Fri, March 15th, 2019 12:37pm

Keke Serene

Fantastic imagery- this goes perfect with the picture. :) I'm glad you were able to publish some things today.

Thu, March 14th, 2019 2:51am

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The picture is as close to what I wanted as I could find. I can't believe how difficult it is finding a picture of a ghost on a balcony, in a fantasy sense. So many pics of blurry anomalies and photoshopped "ghosts" in windows. Anyways, thank you for reading, Keke-bear!

Fri, March 15th, 2019 12:37pm

tom mcmullen

A fine poem Jeff!

Thu, March 14th, 2019 7:59am

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Thank you, Tom!

Fri, March 15th, 2019 12:34pm

Christy Writes

So many elegant descriptions here. I especially liked how you compared her radiance to flowing moonlight. c:

Thu, March 14th, 2019 8:53am

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I had a specific image in my head that prompted the poem and that glowing radiance like moonlight I needed to get across. Thank you for reading, sweetheart.

Fri, March 15th, 2019 12:33pm