#NationalPoetryMonth Day 29: Stone Maidens in a Row

My penultimate poem for Day 29 of National Poetry Month.

Stone Maiden

 

Stone Maidens in a Row

 

Those little stone maidens all in a row,

come see them hither, along the wall

with downcast eyes, hands folded all

Those little stone maidens all in a row

 

Come see them hither, along the wall

Such pretty things for cold grey stone,

standing there amidst grass overgrown

Come see them hither, along the wall

 

Such pretty things for cold grey stone

Makes you wonder what’s underneath

Is it flesh and bone that lies beneath?

Such pretty things for cold grey stone

 

Makes you wonder what’s underneath,

those little stone maidens all in a row

Is it sad small tales of death and woe?

Makes you wonder what’s underneath

 

Those little stone maidens all in a row,

come see them hither, along the wall

with downcast eyes, hands folded all

Those little stone maidens all in a row




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