The Song She Wrote for Herself

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You built a tower seven stories high

With a dungeon seven miles deep

Never has the sunlight troubled your eyes

Nor the moonlight troubled your sleep.

 

Your rooms are filled with the finest of finds

Relics from each era and age

Books writ with wit by the finest of minds

Your name scrawled on every page.

 

You wrote your song, seven stanzas too long

You sang in a voice sweet and clear

Now down in your dungeon, seven miles deep

You’re the only old soul left to hear.

 

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48 Responses to The Song She Wrote for Herself

  1. Monochrome nightmares says:

    An excellent piece of writing.
    Bravo. Really enjoyed.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. megaeggz says:

    This is deep and thought provoking. Great job

    Liked by 1 person

  3. benmadigan says:

    lovely, really lovely – well done

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Light from fire says:

    I think that this is the best poem that I have ever read. Period.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Absoutely love this…every line, every word, is a treasure.

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  6. Whaaaat?! I am dumbfounded, on the floor, staring at this stunning tower of a poem you’ve created. What other treasures have you stashed away in that brilliant mind? Well, don’t just sit there reading my comment — get busy and unleash more poems! ❤

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  7. Dead Donovan says:

    Fantastic poetry! Towers with dungeons are bad asses… now if there was maybe a pretty Repunzel-ish chick, then yeah man.
    ~PR

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  8. oglach says:

    For Rapunzel, or the dungeons? This is not “Fifty Shades of Green” we’re talking about, now.

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  9. skat says:

    Sorry I’m late. I did sign up for e-mail notifications, but I’m not getting them. I only discovered this in my neglected reader late last night.

    Now to the poem. (Sorry, must go back and read it again first.)

    I wish there were tags. Is this politically inspired? It has that feeling, especially in the last line. Rhyme, for me, makes a poem – it has to at least have some internally, but end-rhymes are the most fun to write and read. I find this piece dark, yet enchanting and oh, so memorable! More! More!

    I’m also intrigued by the name scrawled on every page. Any insight you’re willing to reveal?

    Kat

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  10. skat says:

    P.S. Why can’t I comment on the “Irish Ancestry” post? (I often don’t give a Fiddler’s damn, does that count?)

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  11. Talk about atmosphere…. This is awesome. Awesome and very, very haunting.

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    • oglach says:

      Thank you very much. I read your latest post, which is brilliant, and I’m going to comment on it after I read it again. You did a serious amount of scholarly work there. I’m assuming it’s to be published, is that correct?

      Like

  12. sheldonk2014 says:

    Beautifully written
    I love the feel
    Great read
    As always sheldon

    Liked by 1 person

  13. emmylgant says:

    Absolutely fabulous. Evocative.
    And yes ‘haunting’ fits. It has the feel of long ago stories half remembered. Gorgsous.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Wow! This is just stunningly beautiful! What a tour de force! Very powerful… love it! 🙂 Sarah

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