He wished her ill the sweet Frenchman
As he descended the stair in fury
Leaving the rose embroidery of the carpet to
Extend its thorny clutch to ravage
The ruching of her dress
Later how it would unravel strand by strand along with her to the floor
The frailest of ladies that the Frenchman had adored
“How dare you refute me that which is not yours?”
He implored in anger as he locked her two front doors
Aug 13, 2011
Aug 13, 2011 at 2:29 AM UTC
He wished her ill the sweet Frenchman
As he descended the stair in fury
Leaving the rose embroidery of the carpet to
Extend its thorny clutch to ravage
The ruching of her dress
Later how it would unravel strand by strand along with her to the floor
The frailest of ladies that the Frenchman had adored
“How dare you refute me that which is not yours?”
He implored in anger as he locked her two front doors
Request permission to use this poem