Cathy! Edit #1

[just mercedes]

 

 


Cathy!
 
 
 
I’ll wait down by the river
where willow leaves lay a yellow shroud
over the water, and slow clouds
seem to catch on bare-armed trees.
I’ll watch as the sun slinks down
behind the heather-covered hills,
throwing shadows
that creep over the moor,
towing darkness.


When night has triumphed
and the evening chorus dies
I’ll wait for your wraith
to break away from the dusky
kingdom of memories.
My Princess of Yorkshire,
you’ll curtsy, your hand
held out to claim mine. This time
take me with you. I’ll wait.
 
 










First draft




This is someone's fault for writing about Zombie poetry.




I’ll wait down by the river
where willow leaves lay a yellow shroud
over water, and slow clouds seem to catch
on bare-armed trees. From the cemetery wall
I’ll watch the sun slink down behind
Monaro hills, throwing shadows that creep
over the plain, towing darkness.
I’ll wait until night takes over
and the evening chorus has quietened.
I’ll strain to hear you coming, to see
you break away from the dark
and step to me, smiling, your hand
held out to touch mine. This time
take me with you. I’ll wait.