[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
She stands, expecting nothing,
except more of this world's pain
to fall on her narrowed shoulders.
of enduring, unending,
lacking in all the promises
that princesses always disdain.
only to live through, to endure,
while we walk in through spring green
and hear only promise in the birdsong.
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