Woman Of The Page

Oh to be Virginia Woolf
for a moment in time
when words flowed
creative process
encumbered by despair
precious pearls of wisdom
masked with conversation
sharing verse and wine with
the Bloomsbury Group
that freed a burdened soul
brilliant sorrow deep
a pocket full of rocks
and a long deliberate walk
off a short seductive pier
sinking deep into the abyss
solidifying a place in literary history
of the elite – the avant garde
songs sung memorializing
the mystery, intrigue
a tragic romance
darkness engulfs all rational
the frigid River Ouse
like a Knight In Shining Armor
arms wrapped around her
as liberator – salvation
read her words and weep

I am Woman Of The Page ~

© 2011 Trilby Yates