Of Sobbing Flames
Love's last light throws ember shadows
sighing coals cast waning arrows
of sobbing flame on lukewarm ground;
twilight spits into the fire,
but cannot slake my starved desire,
bereaved heart cloaked in misery's gown.
How dare Cupid so fickle turn
exchanging smiles for face now stern
stealing my regal red rose crown.
©Faye Lanham Gibson, June 12, 2014
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