WoolfA Poem by Sarah ConderInspired by Virginia Woolf.The cool,
clear water greeted your aged frame, Enveloping
you in its silken embrace. The
pockets of your pea-green overcoat, lined with stones, Weighed down
your wearied form, Stealing you away from the
torment of your Darkened thoughts; nefarious whispers
You could no longer bear to hear. In those
final, breathless moments, did you reflect on the Love
bestowed upon you? Did you
return to those tranquil days beneath the Golden
apples trees where you were once so content? Or did
you slip away as peacefully as the newly melted snow, Succumbing
to the gentle lull of the water’s ebb and flow To send
you on your eternal slumber? While
all around, the world you left behind Continued
to rage and tremble in its Unrelenting
struggle for victory; Razing
your home, the very fragments of your existence, To the
ground. And yet,
as you floated silently along your watery bed, Seaward-bound, The crocus
and the daffodil still bloomed In the
soft radiance of the April sunshine. © 2013 Sarah ConderReviews
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StatsAuthorSarah ConderUnited KingdomAboutHello there lovelies, my name is Sarah, I am eighteen and am a student of English Literature and Drama. I am very fond of reading, especially 19th-20th Century fiction, the works of Shakespeare and th.. more..Writing
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