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Sunday, 8 October 2017

THE SHREW BY FIONA CUMMINGS #PoetryByFionaCummings


THE SHREW

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

A God on a mission

Full of ambition

Such vision

To get to the top of the world

Sadly, he met a shrew rather than a Deity

 An abomination

Stripping his world of amenities

Shrinking every quality

Controlled by her spell

Rather than an angel from heaven

He found a fireball from hell

Nothing could be done

It was like watching someone throwing coins down a well

Removing from a fairground the fun

Wiping clean all smiles

No sounds of laughter

   Full of troubles and trials

Why couldn’t he see what was before him

Why didn’t he listen to what others said

The day came when he announced

It was her he would wed

Love should have been the only thing that counts

But, how could he?

How could we make him see

His love, she needed to renounce

This was a battle and she will trounce

She will conquer

To her God she will be

His queen

His stolen heart she will keep in a jar

The key

She will throw away

And keep him far

His mind she will play

He will have no choice other than to stay

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

 

 

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