Widower’s Daughter
She counts the stones that make the wall –
one, two, three no need to count at all
for in the end she knows what she will find
dark corners where even rats are blind
where cobwebs hang like rigging on a ship
just waiting for a little girl to slip --
no fear of such happenings today
she’s brought her box of bones and wants to play.
She counts the stones that make the wall –
one, two, three no need to count at all
for in the end she knows what she will find
dark corners where even rats are blind
where cobwebs hang like rigging on a ship
just waiting for a little girl to slip --
no fear of such happenings today
she’s brought her box of bones and wants to play.
3 comments:
Okay. I take back my earlier comment. This one is now my favourite. :)
Thank you :)
Both lovely and creepy!
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