The prompt Magpie Tales is a tough one this time. Took me a while to come up with a concept.
Here it is.
They all gathered that night,
to decide the fate of a girl
born to an unholy mother
and father drowned in
alcohol.
They whispered, argued,sympathised,
racking their old posh mindset,
sipping malt and
slices of cheese,
they all gathered that night.
Feast was laid for the matrons,
Juicy turkey fillet
with whiskey and red wine.
And soon they forgot
They had gathered,
to decide the fate of a girl.
She looked on, the little girl,
hunched near corner pillar,
With broken heart and
scares unattented,
by all those who had
gathered that night.
thank you so much 🙂
You've painted an interesting scene…
thank you so much 🙂
thank you so much
Thank you for writing in
thank you so much Tess
thank you Kathy
indeed… thank you for writing in 🙂
Very nice job but very sad. Bravo!
Great take on this.
Very literary poem, well done
Their posh mindsets, indeed…nice point of view…
Lovely poem…a bit sad. ♥
Poor thing… great poem!