Byron and Dickinson Fire
She was created of earth's lusty marrow,
lived amidst chimera and heather fields
breathing Byron essence & Dickinson fire,
there was madness in the poetry of her life
an atmosphere favorably self-aware
mundane was ne'er her cup of fancy
In death, she was found to be quite lucid
'tween exiled days and windswept expanses
of untrodden woodlands & lone seascapes,
perchance glimpse her twilit ambiance
whispering beyond breezes of conclusive
horizons void of derived worldly silhouettes
COLORIZE THE CLASSICS contest 10/2/16
Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016
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