Weep for me who walks alone,
No tears have I of mine own.
Touch, embrace my cold caress
Friendless arms with heavy breast.

My eyes are blind but can see,
Empty, fruitless, legacy,
Barren womb that sleeps ’till spring;
Frozen heart that mourns within.

Frigid I, oh virgin maid,
Kiss to bid the water staid;
Earth that mocks with rigid stance
I protect with lacy dance.

Pity me who walks forlorn,
Know my wraith and know my scorn,
Those who sleep and know me not
A spinster’s path be my lot.

Copyright © RMC Jan 2018

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