The Worth of a Miser's Daughter

THE WORTH OF A MISER’S DAUGHTER total exposure upon a couch, soiled in gold - a thing to be used, a miser’s daughter. he’d not thought her of any worth. she quivers behind a mask. at first – a blood red moon floated past her window. she cares no more for the blue sky nor clouds nor dress her soul cringes behind the pale moon mask 9/13/2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Knowlton Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 1:07 PM
That`s a great poem Kim. I agree with everything Cyndi had said.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 4:36 PM
Thank you, Charlie!
Macmillan Avatar
September 13, 2016 at 8:55 PM
OOh, love the ambiguity... tight read, good imagery and I especially LOVED the line break at blue! Really works. Cheers, Cyndi
Rodrigues Avatar
September 13, 2016 at 9:31 PM
Thank you, Cyndi! :)
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