poetry critical

online poetry workshop



Unknown
Mudd

She walked with dignity.
 1
Climbing those stairs.
 2
No hint of fragility.
 3
Nor trembling airs.
 4
 
 
She did not look back.
 5
Why? She knew I followed.
 6
She was endowed with the knack
 7
Of Helen. Borrowed.
 8
 
 
She continued to lead.
 9
I hastened to keep pace.
 10
She was my new creed
 11
I had yet to see her face.
 12
 
 
A glimpse was all I caught,
 13
The closing door brought all. . . To naught.
 14

21 Dec 08


(define the words in this poem)
(21 more poems by this author)



Add A Comment:
Enter the following text to post as unknown: captcha

Comments:

Creepily enjoyable. I don't know about the title, I think it should give some indication of the direct intention of the writer, but maybe the intention was unknown and hence actually is an indication. I like it though.
 — TCooks

0.346s