Those rhymes I once relished,
adorned and embellished
with classical quotes:
(antique anecdotes)
Were lines I once cherished,
Once published – now perished.
Their ghosts in my mind
look to me to find…
the source of the sorrows
that tore my tomorrows
with longing for girl,
in diamond and pearl,
who’d vanquished my verses,
condemned them with curses,
and poisoned my pen:
My cold-hearted Gwen!
Last Few Words: For my once cold-hearted Gwendoline
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hello!
your rhyming is fabulous with eloquent wording and phrasing. the flow from line to line is liquid and memorable. you paint a flawless picture of your own personal Gwendoline! I much enjoyed reading this poem.
*hugs, Cat
My Cold-Hearted Gwen
Many thanks, Candlewitch. Glad you liked this little piece.
I get the feel...
of the Gothic season, the perpetually dreary Autumn landscape of burnt umber and orange hues.
Pumpkins and vines frosted with rime, and slick and slippery skeletons slithering across the lawn.
Owwwwwwwooooo...
~ Geez.
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Gwen
Yeah, echoes of our dear friend Mr E.A. Poe.