Friday, 27 November 2015


Well, there was a brown dog
That she took as God's blessing,
Who loved her doggedly.
But did the man
Who should have loved
See only the changes?
Her frame, like a shaken home;
Her mind, its components reordered;
Her speech fragmented;
Her love constant, womanly.
And over all
The Observer of men
Who loved her divinely.

If I shouldn't go on, tell me.

1 comment:

I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!