PersephoneA Poem by La Belle Dame Sans MerciIf I had been there, I would have slapped the seeds out of her palm --- to scatter as bright as marbles on the floor, stomped on them for a good score just to be sure.
It was her fault she strayed too far to pluck a bundle of insouciant flowers so she could what?--- fashion a wreath for her head or neck, to cast into the river once the sun had set.
The fool swallowed a handful of seeds and I'm to grieve? as all warmth recedes; outside rendered desolate. I'd soon as cry for the fly caught on the spiderweb. © 2011 La Belle Dame Sans MerciFeatured Review
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Added on February 6, 2008Last Updated on October 14, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorLa Belle Dame Sans MerciByzantiumAbout"I met a lady in the meads, Full beautifula faerys child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild." I am convoluted and diluted. I am an.. more..Writing
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