Petrichor reigning over the crumbled castle;
Pink Pleasance Parks baptised, A Bloody Battlefield.
Delinquent silence sits forgotten
In the carriage of deafening chaos;
Resistance sedated into a painful exile of rest.
As the Wheel of misfortune stumbles over fortune,
Queen of diamonds searches the warmth of coal.
Earthen dolls for soldiers, baked in time's old kiln;
Scars on clay, now permanent.
All survivors, but few untouched;
Everything the same, yet recast forever.
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Cottage Chronicles
PuisiLife's chronicles from love, sorrow, anger, guilt, shame, happiness buried in a poetic cipher. Would you like some words and wine, on wooden floorboards? ©️ Feronia Grey
