From the ages past, now cemented to the entrance gate
What can you tell us of days gone by?
Oh, beautiful carved statue from antiquity
What would your gods say?
Tell us your secrets, draped so lovely in dress and filmy gauze
Princess or goddess?
Standing vigil daily at your gate
Headless, your secrets remain forever. . . .
Copyright (c) 2013 Suzannah Wolf Walker all rights reserved
Headless!! Poor woman! Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteI know, Martie. Aren't you glad we still have ours? Thanks for reading and for comments. Most appreciated!
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