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For when I saw her

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By Emma DatsonPublished 2 years ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
For when I saw her
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I once saw a body, well she once was,

For when I saw her in my library,

She was a lonely ghost, that gave me pause,

The ghost began to speak her sad story.


Once upon a time, she loved a bold man,

Trusted him with her soul, spirit, and life,

She drove him wild, the way she moved her fan,

Soon his feelings of jealousy were rife.


He could not abide her flirting with men,

So, he made his plans, gathered his poison,

Pages of books, her only friends, were laced

With hemlock, no more would she be wanton.


I will never forget the ghost I saw,

My library has changed forever more.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Emma Datson

I am 40ish, medically interesting, Australian poet, who is finally using her voice. My superpower is my vocabulary. Dive in and read an eclectic mix of poetry and creative non-fiction, full of love, grief and hope. Light, love

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