One of my grandmothers painted and wrote poems when she wasn’t busy raising her three children.
This is one of her poems.
Grammy Barnard Poem #3
Melancholy, May 19, 1927
Cold and dark desolation’s arms
Embrace my heart and sound alarms
Of fearful, loveless days to be endured
To which my heart of late has become inured.
Where may I flee from these haunting visions
And from my constant indecisions?
Go I shall, and in my misery hide
In a lonely forgotten place where I’ll reside,
I’ll think of all the vows men make
And how quickly too they can forsake.
Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.
The music you hear is made available through the creative commons and it’s a bit of a shortened track from the fantastic Summer Spliff by Broke for Free.