A pious and dutiful wife,
A forsaken soul, very lonely,
Obedience was her biggest virtue,
Submission her biggest drawback.
Married at sixteen,
She was an innocent soul,
A raw girl, she bloomed to a woman,
With the intention of being true and whole.
Moorland but she was found to be,
All her virtues lost their imprints,
Spouse wandered off to rosy plots.
A fruitless bine she was left to die
And when she died a shrunken soul,
Not a sprit to mourn for her,
A sad lightening pitied
And struck her corpse,
Finally to lit her holy pyre.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
The discerning reader will find this a rewarding poem, at once atmospheric ,captivating and with wider allusions,perhaps to ” Jane Eyre ” ?
oh God….big big thanks louis for sch appreciation.
Vigorous and emotive. Well crafted.
gopal ji thanks for ur motivating words:-)