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"A widow's lament in an age without flowers"
Late on the night of January’s frost,
I watched my husband pay the final cost.
They brought him wreathes, they brought him song,
they crowned his rest, they called it strong.
But I cannot forget the other ground,
where no flowers bloom, no bells resound.
The Romanov children, stripped and slain,
their bodies hidden in Siberian rain.
Graveless, cancelled, rubbed from unscrolled page,
yet their voices cry against the rage.
No cenotaph, nor a marble stone;
unperturbed, unmarked and overgrown.
And I, the widow, dare not tell
my comrades of this thought of Hell:
What if the Faith they sought to kill
still tolls its bell, relentless, shrill?
For one is celebrated, banners unfurled,
while others are banished from this world.
Yet stars above, with hostile light,
judge both alike in endless night.
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You have MOST CERTAINLY
You have MOST CERTAINLY achieved that in this poem!
Starward-Called [in Chrismation, Januarius)
Thank you so much.
Thank you so much.
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I cannot stop re-reading this
I cannot stop re-reading this poem!
Starward-Called [in Chrismation, Januarius)
That's a good sign for any
That's a good sign for any poem, methinks. Thank you heaps
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I have written a few poems
I have written a few poems about the Romanovs' martyrdom, but none of my stuff rises to the level that this poem achieves. You are Il Miglior Fabbro!!! I feel very blessed and privileged to be able to say this to you openly.
Starward-Called [in Chrismation, Januarius)
My one joy in this is to be
My one joy in this is to be able to share something worth reading and mulling over. Thanks so much
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