Lavinia Ann
( Jean Shrimpton or any other such name)
..
There was a kind of honest place
where honour sat to watch her face
fingers outlined that hollow space
a holy form only a mind might trace
..
Conventions craw had yielded more
than whatever nature’s mother saw
as patterns, rough-hewn, torn and raw
drew hopes then trampled on the floor
..
Light of fire, mirrored deepest, dark desire
flickered all too briefly, a tattered funeral pyre
blood & gold brought together, always will conspire
against a Prussian night whose love will never tire
..
writtenbyedenbray16.03.2018
About edenbray
I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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