In Memoriam WildeA Poem by George Coombsconcerning a favorite writer of mineIn Memoriam " Oscar Wilde
now… from the depths he cries… beautiful, vulnerable mind abused incarcerated by judicial ignorance…
prison is a monstrous evil inflicted on him who lived the “love that dare not speak its name”
still… long after his final rest the “vile deeds like poison weeds bloom well in prison air” truth lays murdered by lust for a result…
gentle oscar your words flower in pure soil rest in peace you are free indeed now…
George Coombs
© 2017 George CoombsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGeorge CoombsBrighton and Hove, Southern, United KingdomAboutI am a retired lecturer from Hove in Southrn England. I write poetry, stories, essays and also draw and paint more..Writing
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