Window Pane (Poem)

She’s looking past shutters – beyond her pane
Blanketing the storm’s sonorous uproar
Tired eyes devouring the horizon for something
Perhaps a prince will find time, and even her

The last to still believe and muck around fairy-tales
Breathlessly hoping someday that they’ll come true
Trusting worn window to herald a true knight
Or at the very least, a champion to rescue

2018

Photo by Eduard Militaru on Unsplash

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