Lady In The Black Gown.

She sat in the front porch
In her black train Gown.
Valley of death
In her glen-cairn glass of wine.
Her eyes so blue
And owned a body so brown.
She indulged herself a sip
From golden tranquility of death,
took off all the bookmarks
Passionately kept inside her books
And released herself.


18 thoughts on “Lady In The Black Gown.

    1. Hi Richard. Freeing yourself can never be a frightening feeling, trust me with it.
      Wine that has been represented as a valley of death is a mere addiction, while taking off the bookmarks is all that one got to do sometimes to get off the things that keeps you stuck. She is surreal. She is not disappointed. And the poem is about the act of releasing yourself. 😊😊

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