Woman in a robe.

Another poem for poetry month.

Woman in a robe.

 

 

The car park is plunged into darkness.

Red and White squares,

And a couple of Bears.

There’s no one left to remember.

 

A solitary light flickers on.

Lending a warm glow to the solitary figure.

She stands in a red and white robe,

A cabbage as a helmet,

And a sword on her hip,

To guard against the bears.

 

There will be no fight tonight.

The steps in the distance,

Do they rise or fall?

Would you walk up or down?

Where will she go?

 

As the sun slowly rises,

She is gone,

Disappears in a flash,

Of blazing red and white.

Leaving only a sword,

And a half eaten cabbage.

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