Tuesday 23 April 2019

21/deadpoets

Elise Cowen
Awoke after her tumble
Expecting oblivion
She is instead met
By the Bard
Who declares she must
Be a green girl
But a friendly Woolf
Shooed him away
And led her fellow
Woman wordsmith
To a room of her own
At last, free from the
Howling wanting
She writes
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