Poem- Burdock

She dreamed good dreams of burdock

She rested in the moor

She danced across the arbor

And broke the latch on the door

She threw a stick of fire

Into the thatched hut

And when the fire died

She didn’t give up

She threw the stones in Eden

And slapped the only poor

And when she came even

She forgot to lock the door

Don’t open the window

Don’t clear your mind

You know what will happen

When you’re left behind

Leave me alone

I’m so tired of you

But you are the candle’s flame and I’m a moth

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I am a published fiction author and non-fiction writer. More on my writing can be found at: http://laurawrites.net. My obscure history and folklore website is http://appalachiangothic.com, and my Appalachian history and folklore website is http://vacreeper.com. View all posts by admin

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