Throughout the tread of ages,
the throngs have gathered sure,
of women dressed in black;
of mourning's endless haul.
This cavalacade of sorrow,
has threaded through the years,
and shadowed every century
in shawled and awful fears.
In keening, strangled grieving
the voice of death has cried,
and drawn from lack of colour,
the pain of hearts betrayed.
From ashen fields of fabric,
the reaper slowly smiles,
and tweaks the hem of sorrow
to honour long-lost souls.
BLACK -dressed in black
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the throngs have gathered sure,
of women dressed in black;
of mourning's endless haul.
This cavalacade of sorrow,
has threaded through the years,
and shadowed every century
in shawled and awful fears.
In keening, strangled grieving
the voice of death has cried,
and drawn from lack of colour,
the pain of hearts betrayed.
From ashen fields of fabric,
the reaper slowly smiles,
and tweaks the hem of sorrow
to honour long-lost souls.
BLACK -dressed in black
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/10/trifecta-week-forty-seven.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+trifectawritingchallenge%2FIazs+%28Trifecta%29
"the reaper slowly smiles." This is so apropos for today's landscape.
ReplyDeleteLovely and stirring.
Thx
dk
Beautiful. I particularly liked ashen fields of fabric and tweaks the hem of sorrow.
ReplyDelete"In keening, strangled grieving..." nice. There's lots of great sound to this. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteReally, really cool :) I love it!
ReplyDeleteI loved "mourning's endless haul" - it seems like sadness becomes a big fishing trawler pulling in these grieved women. If I could paint, I knew exactly the picture I would make.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a way with words. This was beautiful to read out loud. Thanks for linking up.
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