Lavinia Ann

( Jean Shrimpton or any other such name)


jean shrimpton 1964 1964


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



About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . Edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist - since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have published many of my poems in booklets ... please ask for details or just join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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