Monday, February 20, 2017

Lady on the moor

Lady on the moor

Ordinary and plain
  I am a stranger
An Eyre and a Jane
  A lowly ranger
A wanderer of the moors
   Deserts and detours
Fog and mist
  Shadows reminisce
Of youth's kiss
  Pure bliss
Bury hope and dream's stain
  Thrashed grain
Golden harvest hidden pain
  Engraved stones and steeple rise from the prairie
Tears tarry
  Homely and alone
A scarlet letter sewn
  On my own
Eponine's hymn and curse
  Silently plays my verse
Weary and worn
  The lady on the moor

By Shannon McKemie, M.A.
04-04-2016

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