Virginia Woolf: Lady Poet Killer Date: Monday, 1st November 2004 @ 12:18:59 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: margo A charming pastel village geometric contrite cottages with impeccable gardens clad in tightly kempt buttoned up fences amidst blissful stands of trees paths laid out with daffodil borders in good old England they don't shoot at flowers roofs tarnished with air raids suddenly open like pink palms trampled by a soldier's boot march 1941 after the rain of shells a swastika rises above the horizon a baby drops his toy a cook burns her roast a chain of wild geese tightens around the sky as they ascend chimneys tangle in the clouds every minute the world disperses Virginia goes by alone like all killers bribing the river with a stone moving out from the stream of words and from plucking neurons semantic dabbling from the meandering style she sinks into the utopia of death Mrs. Woolf that scandal mongering ophelia killer of lady poets Ann and Sylvia's grandmother no lighthouse on the horizon with a seaweed harness around her neck and a hundred percent loss of life she finally looks good This poem is Copyright © margo Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=69667