Her Death
by cricketjeff on August 16, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
He froze her soul with icy breath
Her final day upon this Earth
It seemed that she was glad of death
So calmly filled her final berth
Her final day upon this Earth
Much bleaker than her heart could stand
So calmly filled her final berth
With all the dignity she planned
Much bleaker than her heart could stand
Much colder than a winter’s night
With all the dignity she planned
She slipped away without a fight
Much colder than a winter’s night
The orders of a nameless chap
She slipped away without a fight
A mighty vessel sold for scrap
The orders of a nameless chap
It seemed that she was glad of death
A mighty vessel sold for scrap
He froze her soul with icy breath
Author notes
Another Pantoum, a form for which I have no love. Modern European poets do not
follow any rules of line length or meter in Pantoums but where they were born
they are always octasyllabic as this one is and I choose to use a rather
mournful meter to reinforce the theme.
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