The Woman in Bath

Anne Adarsh posted under PenMuse-16 Poetry on 2020-02-13



She soaks and lathers up her perturbed thought Into a rich effervescent bubble, Lets the cantankerous din come to naught Demolished by water, into rubble. Her despairing mind, a nest of trouble Her soul in tatters, hangs on a prayer Her torpidity, in measure double Sighs in silence, indolent and laid bare. The devil smiles with malice, in his lair His hungry gaze rests upon her frailty Is there a God Who says, I truly care? Someone to hold her hand in amity? She rises, the water burbles beneath She opens up her eyes and says, Just breathe. __ __ Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!