Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #142
Lysandra's Rubies
by Belinda Roddie
Lysandra's rubies shone from Ayla's neck,
locked in a massive clasp that held her cloak
tightly against her as she roamed the wreck
of train coaches, cold biting at her throat.
The snow would not lessen, and Ayla feared
that Lysandra, her love, was buried deep
within the smoking chaos, the frost smeared
with debris, where coal and dark oil were streaked,
black and foreboding. The crash had cost most
of the passengers' lives, and not a soul
had seen Lysandra live or die, no ghost
to prove demise, so Ayla had been told.
With no sign of her love, she vowed to find
her, even if she left the world behind.
by Belinda Roddie
Lysandra's rubies shone from Ayla's neck,
locked in a massive clasp that held her cloak
tightly against her as she roamed the wreck
of train coaches, cold biting at her throat.
The snow would not lessen, and Ayla feared
that Lysandra, her love, was buried deep
within the smoking chaos, the frost smeared
with debris, where coal and dark oil were streaked,
black and foreboding. The crash had cost most
of the passengers' lives, and not a soul
had seen Lysandra live or die, no ghost
to prove demise, so Ayla had been told.
With no sign of her love, she vowed to find
her, even if she left the world behind.
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