This is a poem inspired by one of the images from Kevin’s No Theme Thursday (03/21/24).
The Dying Queen
In her still, grey hall she waits alone.
She has lost her realm, her healthy lustre.
Her skin is pale like ashen stone.
She sighs, and finds she cannot muster
the heart to sing with her winged friends.
Pale petals fall upon the floor.
She thinks that callous Death intends
to make her wait before his door.
Image from thebeginningatlast9.com
Truly awesome poem, Dan. I am always so happy when I see that you’ve snagged an image to post. I truly enjoy your works! Thank you. ππ
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Thanks Kevin. I spent a long time polishing this one.
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It came out fantastically, Dan, so well worth the effort! ππ
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Wow. Absolutely loved it π
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Thanks Aastha! Your story ‘Life’s Magic’ was also a great read.
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Thank you so much. Struggling with a writer’s block. Not my best one, but trying π
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without the image… poignantly vivid
to the image…. stunning, Dan π€
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Thanks Destiny!
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my pleasure π€
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Your poem is awesome! I love what you did with the picture. π
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Thanks Kymber!
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