Saturday, January 7, 2017


[image from google dot com]

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

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