Russell Sivey Poet Rondeau

She Was Stern There

She was stern there looking at me
Not quite a pout, almost angry
Her hair, wild, is loose all about
She keeps it stringy and spread out
Her eyes burning with fire, deadly

Heart bleeds seeming a mystery
Red between lips is what I see
Protruded out with a fine pout
She was stern there

Her nose flares as if she won’t be
Won’t hold my love, she sits sternly
Fiercely she carries some dire doubt
Without my love she’s in a drought
One thing’s sure, there’s no guarantee 
She was stern there

Russell Sivey

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Timothy Hicks April 20, 2013 at 4:20 PM Sounds like quite a lady who knows her mind. What an interesting title, and a good hook to repeat throughout. Lovely work!

Demetrios Trifiatis April 12, 2013 at 10:32 AM Stern or not it is your lot! Beautifully written my friend, lively and dynamic full of anticipation!

Jack Horne April 11, 2013 at 3:44 PM lol, wow, sounds like a scary lady when she's mad, my friend