The Widow’s Web

The widow wept quietly
For her husband was dead.

She wore a dress of black and red
When she buried him.

The widow wept.
For her husband was dead.

She wore a dress of red and black
When she married him.

The widow wept.
Her husband was dead.

She wept and weaved
A new gown.
A gown of gossamer silk.

It would be her finest dress yet.
A dress of silken black and red.

The widow dried her tears.
For her husband was dead.

And she was ready for
The next man to enter her parlor.

She would be wearing
A dress of black and red.

 

March Writing Prompts

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