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CURTSY
It was dark enough to hear the clip clop of horses
Creeping into my night-stroked heart;
How could he?
Oh cruel fate!
I wore my petticoats, layer upon layer,
Saving myself for him alone;
Yet now, the ladies at the ballroom huddle
Together, whispering about
His new conquest, curtained, with rouged cheeks
In back of the hansom.
CURTSY © gillena cox 2017
Fireblossom Friday:
Escape To The Past
lyrics in English
I thought it was miss Havishham.. the green pebbles of my eyes.
ReplyDelete😁 No: not Great Expectations. She remains nameless for now
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This is really cool, Gillena!
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Her trouble was it wasn't her in the Hansom. A neat one horse vehicle, new to me. Neat poem too, she was open for a downer, you wrote that insinuation in right from the start.
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Thanks for your appreciation Jim
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The cad!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year Fireblossom.
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