she sits outside
the autumn shades of
hibiscus and camelias

she sits and frolics
with the seven breeze
pleasantry of the fox

she sits upon purple
and yellow covers on
the antique bench

she sits and waits
for a time to tick
her rosy ears

she sits against the
tide of big monsters
under the skies

she sits like she
never hesitates to
understand hate




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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10 Responses to maiden

  1. The last line really got me. Surprising and hard hitting.

  2. I felt the same as Marissa. Powerful and added such depth to the poem!

  3. Caroline says:

    Oh Wow! I love this! Caro

  4. Anne Baluch says:

    I like your posts ❀

  5. Ms. Vee says:

    Awesome post Chester!

  6. This sounds like my dog – ‘Rosie’. Protector against thunder and welcomimg to all others.
    Great poem of your maiden. πŸ™‚

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