Vines.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Children Stories  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the Poem 'Vines', currently entered into Ledbury Poetry festival-I'm awaiting the results. I wrote this when I realized that after the fairytale ending some things live on and some things get left behind...
An Original Poem by Megan Ann Owens
If you want to contact me email me at megtimeoftea@yahoo.co.uk

Submitted: May 24, 2011

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Vines.

Twisted Vines reach to Night,

Reddened roses flushed in Light,

Crumbled Stone in Towers Forms,

Weathered down from past storm.

In Tower tall Princess kept,

Linen and Lace veils slept,

Heavy oak doors block Path,

Standing tall to fight all wraths.

Crafted in care is the Spiral Stair,

That leads to yonder chamber lair,

Where prince Charming sweeps maid,

From her place of which she’s laid.

When the Echo of the past,

Is swept off on winds of fast,

Harsh winter hits tower of old,

Down…Down…Down Stone of colds.

The rubble remains memory there,

A sight stumbled upon Rare,

Lazy rays of sun shine round,

Illuminate the tower once found…

 

By Megan Owens


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