The Show Tell Project

For Seymour's Fat Lady

Verse from A Woman Made Cold

by fyarlgiles

 You can’t offer men that which is tender and warm

When your heart is so spoiled it curdles fresh blood.

When your footsteps are warning of mercilous storm

and your souring milk tastes of cold bitter mud.

Once a beautiful flower now drowning in waste

while the fields that surround you flourish in light

that which can feed you, you fear for its taste

So you comfortably rot in the darkness of night

Opening Poem for  an unfinished musical titled   A Woman Made Cold.

 by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse

More of Angie’s Poetry here:

https://theshowtellproject.wordpress.com/category/angie/poetry-angie/

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