Tuesday 9 February 2021

The Ghost of Catherine Howard

  
Snow falls and ice forms 
In front of the palace
But the chill is inside
Gliding down the chamber
Her gown ghostly white,
Watched by portraits
Who cannot move
But do not judge her -
She only ever wanted to parade,
To be seen.


Copyright LJ 2021

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