My Lady

Missing poetess................

My Lady

My Lady silently curtsied.

In swirls of taffeta and lace

she withdrew from the drawing room

to the bedchamber,

where she sleeps alone.

Her abandoned bureau,

of now cold oak, sits in the shadows

cast by the pillars of time.

Her quill rests, dry nib

balanced on an empty ink pot

stained the colour of grief.

Her next parchment sits blankly,

at a crazy angle on the curled and torn

Rorschach stained blotter.

There is a deathly hush

in the moonlit musty room

as the wind whispers her name

to the ash trees beyond

the now closed, heavy sash windows.

And for now,

creation will have to await

her awakening.

 

05/11/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[The Black Warrior]

"creation will have to await

her awakening."

My fav. line!

Well done!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Suk.

[The Black Warrior]

You are very welcome John

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Touchingly descriptive and a great read well done

[Ruth]

Always so descriptive, I like poetry so descriptive, really beautifully done love xo

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thank Poppy.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is beautiful, and sad, and very obviously heartfelt.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you 'M' I miss her as we all do.

[Relic]

She's still writing and I'm sure she'll be back in the near future.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I hope so. thank you Relic.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

breathtaking poem---ode to a poet whose pen is silent---

i can think of a few of those around here, and how we miss their words.

we hope they come out from that silent chamber....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Jacob for you to call one of my scribbles 'breathtaking' is so very humbling. Frieda is missed. Thank you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i thought this was about Frieda...and yes, she is very much missed...

and there have been others...much missed.