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Sunday, 12 February 2017

[Poem] And I, like Jezebel

The white-washed walls 
With its huge glass windows, 
Overlook the turquoise seas, 
Ruffled by the winds. 

The pendulum in the hall, 
Had a great fall, 
Thudding mercilessly, 
The grounds shook loudly. 

Tears in mascara-ed eyes, 
Rimmed with redness; 
A wine is all I need,
If you wouldn't leave my head. 

Calmness and calamities, 
They take their turns, 
Invading my life, 
Mirror of your wreckage. 

And I, and I, 
Am left feeling like Jezebel; 
Abandoning my Yahweh, 
To worship you my Asherah.

Copyright  © 2017 WinePoetess

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