Mistress Of The Black

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Mistress of the Black

I see her sitting on the chapel steps

looking like a minor heart attack

dishevelled and so tired.

a finished glaze but left unfired.

that little girl, the mistress of the black

 

Her eyes black with misery and fear,

Crying but she never sheds a tear,

Shapeless clothes in her shapeless world

And underneath she’s just a little girl.

She’s laconic and she’s wise,

She kills me with dark questing eyes

That little girl, the mistress of the black

 

©Dave Kavanagh 2016

 

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