Dying On the Vine
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief,
I’m nothing but a dying tree without a leaf -
barren branches bland reaching skyward in drab brown
doomful gloom, I ache and pray winds to take me down.
Susan Ashley
September 27, 2020
~ Sixth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Your Best Quatrain
Sponsored: L Milton Hankins
~ First Place ~
Contest: Hm's And Na's October 2020
Sponsor: Constance La France
(N/A'd in contest: Rithimus Divisa 7)
excerpt from: Death Is The Bane Of My Existence; June 17, 2018
judged; Oct. 1, 2020
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2020
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