the lady in the lake
clawed her crooked
fingers pulling earth
to her breast feeding
it all her children
two fish lovers dance
a pizzicato(moving like)
this roaring heels of
alabaster shells rubbing
ridgers like washboards
together the sight of pleasure
and object of fear she spawn
she is a guise revealing the
good woman that is always has been .
* Written by Mrs Kathrine D *
* this poem is not mine *
Yeah, oww, heart ache never feels very nice and this sums up in simple writing the feeling that most all of us have been through at one point in time- not a happy thing, but definitely part of the human condition...