One of the DeadA Poem by Ken e Bujold'reflection on Christina Rossetti'Paler, not quite so fair … her portrait haunts the mind’s eye, draws senses to closer examination -- the life’s lines so exquisitely stitched an indubitable testament to mastery, the matchless craftswoman comprehension of a soul’s roots -- grief’s low sobs. In the bleak mid-winter, fearing spring will never come, I wrap myself into the cocoon of the lamp she’s lit for us, the sad scribes so fixed to our melancholy looms, to find my way home -- from Death’s back door. Ken e Bujold
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3 Reviews Added on August 27, 2023 Last Updated on August 27, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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