“Whose heart was breaking for a little love”*
L.E.L
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Poetesses of old
How I wish that I could fold
You all in my arms –
You who suffered for your art,
Were never recognised or prized,
But who spun lyrics of
Ardour, wit and truth,
Anguish, love and ruth.
It brings tears to my eyes
To think of your lonesome demises;
But your legacy lives on –
Through your pain you made us strong,
Soothed us and moved us
As we perused your
Versified versions of life;
So I thank you
Christina Rossetti,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
Letitia Elizabeth Landon –
For when you were told to do nought
You must have sat down and thought
You were worth more than
Motherhood and chores and
So you wrote and you rhymed;
In short, I am inspired.

“He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen”
– The Other Woman, Lana Del Rey*

The clock chimes, fluidly
Flooding the room with harsh reality;
The sun sets, majestically
Sinking and stealing Day’s delights and light;
The stars she glimpses, twinkling
And winking most coquettishly;
The moon shines, effulgently –
Only it can feel her breaking heart
As the clock chimes, fluidly.