Come the Morn
She stood on the clifftop watching the waves
Before her the Sun beginning to set,
Her lover had gone but wanted no grave
So she scattered his ashes in the place where they met.
Above her head she heard seagulls crying
Echoing across a darkening sky,
Was it a lament, a song for the dying
Was it her beloved saying goodbye.
She could not bear to live without him
For he was her heart, how could she grieve
She looked over that cliff 'tho it was a sin
She knew the answer, she'd never leave.
Come the morn who could have known
How love played out high o'er the sea,
Where seeds of despair and sadness had grown
She'd cast them aside, and set her heart free.
Entry for
STRAND completely new (12) any theme any form Poetry Contest
23/7/2020. =1st.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2020
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