Dear Friends and Authors,
We are very happy to share with you this beautiful poem, by Clair O. (Cork – Ireland), the winner of the “International Literary Contest Nature 2018-2019”.
The Lady of Coram
Who is she wish of hand?
Fainted lady of Coram,
Calling to the frozen abyss,
Hush to the dead-
Floating frozen ocean shore,
Lost of sight and broken sea floors,
Simple words that string the line,
Gain of nothing; lost of the divine.
She taunts them to escape frozen shores,
Under her rule of taunting pain,
Giving false hope to the frozen souls,
The lady of Coram owns the game.
What is her aim but to win?
She surely carries out her task,
Stay a moment and hear her callous laugh,
To silence the lost is her forte,
All the souls trapped in ocean ice,
Victims of directed fallen Angels winged in black,
The being of many names traps them,
Still to me she is the lady of Coram,
Calling to the dark I hear their roars,
It’s all I ever really hear,
Frozen soul, Ocean Sea,
I wait for the sun to set the shore alight,
Still all that is before me is the Ocean Coram,
I walk away all alone,
I ignore the lost and frozen,
Does that make me worse?
Still under all the façade-
Am I just like her - the lady of the dark.
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