The Winter Lady

Reads: 83 | Likes: 7 | Shelves: 3 | Comments: 7

Poem by: Jeff Bezaire

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Status: Finished | Genre: Horror | House: Booksie Classic

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She wails in sorrow.

Submitted: March 13, 2019

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Submitted: March 13, 2019

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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

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Horror ghost winter sorrow silver moonlight

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hullabaloo22

Comment | 7 words

Wed, March 13th, 2019 1:39pm

A truly haunting read, Jeff. Beautifully Gothic!

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Comment | 9 words

Fri, March 15th, 2019 12:38pm

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

jmm424

Comment | 3 words

Wed, March 13th, 2019 3:17pm

Great poem, Jeff

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Comment | 3 words

Fri, March 15th, 2019 12:37pm

Thank you, JMM!

starsthatfellonrandumgirl

Comment | 18 words

Wed, March 13th, 2019 7:51pm

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

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Comment | 50 words

Fri, March 15th, 2019 12:37pm

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!

tom mcmullen

Comment | 4 words

Thu, March 14th, 2019 12:59am

A fine poem Jeff!

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Comment | 3 words

Fri, March 15th, 2019 12:34pm

Thank you, Tom!

Christy the moonchild

Comment | 17 words

Thu, March 14th, 2019 1:53am

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

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Comment | 28 words

Fri, March 15th, 2019 12:33pm

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.