Today’s challenge has given me the chance to feature a poem by a young budding writer. This lady is a lover of literature and enjoys writing. I’m not really a poet but I do know a good piece of artwork . I hope you enjoy it and give me your feedback in the comments. Here we go!!!
A Poem by Queenie -Freda Lumor
It was dingy and dimly lit A cloak of mustiness covered the thick curtains A captive stood in the centre of the matchbox-like room Taken captive, not by the hands of men But by the claws of beauty The Lady in Red
Behind a veil of dust She sat imprinted on canvas The poverty of the room’s lighting Did nothing to quench the fiery glow of her skin The cold heat in her eyes seemed to engulf her prisoner A cool confidence laced her stare The Lady in Red
The meekness of her smile Defied the aura of power she possessed In her ears; sparkling emeralds Around her shoulders; a cascade of raven-black locks Her fingers; bare but for a thin golden band Her posture told a story of a woman with spunk The Lady in Red
She stared at him Her eyes smoldered with emotion Before him, she sat As alive as life itself He wished he had known her The Lady in Red
3 responses to “THE LADY IN RED.”
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Taking after her brother very nicely.