Lilja's Lament - Indica

Strolling under harbor lights, Lilja reads a line

‘Poor Tatiana'

In another library, Rochester arrives

Oh lord, he’s half-blind

Lancelot and Guinevere came nowhere near the pier

No love this year

Marian called Robin Hood to save her from the sea

But words are cheap

Stories had been spun, a sea of metaphors were done

And Lilja heard but wonder’s thunder

All the books she read kept her in bed and hurt her head

Her tragic flaw was not a blunder

Percival got drunk and tossed his cup into the snow

Where’d the grail go?

Catherine found her Heathcliff but the Brontes died alone

Air gets so cold

Wind revives the balladeers sentenced to their words

Fog means return

For the bards and troubadours, sentences are worlds

We long but don’t learn

Stories had been spun, a sea of metaphors were done

And Lilja heard but wonder’s thunder

All the books she read kept her in bed and hurt her head

Her tragic flaw was not a blunder

Teeter totter by the harbor, Lilja looked up saw a starfish

Holding her hand was Ophelia,

Smith, Elliot;

Plath, Sylvia

Stories had been spun, a sea of metaphors were done

But Lilja lived her blunder thunder

All the books she read put her to rest on a seabed

Her tragic flaw still makes me wonder

Stories had been spun, a sea of metaphors were done

But Lilja lived her blunder thunder

All the books she read put her to rest on a seabed

Her tragic flaw still makes me wonder

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