Short poems

Come quietly.

Come quietly.

12/06/18

Called herself a feminist as she worshipped a hot ended candle in prayer for the world to see.

Proud and pure she wore nothing from the neck to her navel.

She said it was to show the true spirit of femininity, that and ten thousand likes.

She won the internet, and after all else cable.

The perfect nun on the masters table.

She spoke latin, played violin and stole hearts from husbands and warriors.

She was the face of a nation and the body of society.

You only had to imagine her whispers, to come quietly.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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