Widower's Lament

as  I hang from the gallows

with my last thoughts

of your raven hair

sea foam eyes

ruby lips

ivory thighs

and to never again

feel 

loves true kiss

I take this thought with me

into eternal bliss

and step from this gallows

of my own creation

never looking for

a days salvation

only to join 

in the blessed dew

the me that you see

with the you

that I knew

Reviews

[Indra Neil]

a powerful brevity with profound metaphors! well done! :)

[terry smith]

Thank you !!

[Indra Neil]

u r welcome! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love it, like a companion piece to "the widow's lament in springtime" only here it is his winter...there will be no more springs..."hang down your head Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry, poor boy you're bound to die"

[terry smith]

Nice too see you Jacob!! :)

[B]

Now that is touching
waw ......