Alone on a bench

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Diana Princess of wales an ekphrastic poem, drawing on the picture of her on a bench in front of the Taj Mahal 1992

Submitted: October 30, 2011

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Submitted: October 30, 2011



Alone on a bench, she sits in red jacket and white blouse

This Princess of the people, loved by so many.

What was she thinking, of her sons, her future,other people?

Alone on a bench, this mother of two, faces the paparazzi alone.

Devoted to her children, charity and living a good life

Was she thinking, what happened to the fairytale?

Alone on a bench, this sister, this daughter.

Abandoned when young, a survivor,

Was she thinking, how alone, I am again?

Alone on a bench, did she see the love of a king

Whobuilt the Taj to celebrate the life of his wife.

Was she thinking, was I ever loved by him?

Alone on a bench, this famous woman

Sitting so beautiful, always so shy.

Was she thinking stiff upper lip, let's get on with it?

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