–wrote a lot
it did her good
writing of a day gone by
explaining
why
she lost the guy,
and how a maiden
mostly good
would trade her halo
for a Hood……
a cowl that without a priest,
is frightening—to say the least
since only creeps
will hide a face,
that reaps the spoils of human race,
writing off, with little trace
–beyond a page
in formless Book
that predates Kindle,
E, and Nook
and reads like fiction
–saving grave
>epilogue<
on Final page.
©Karen Robiscoe
March 7, 2014 






I love this poem! As a writer with a literary blog, I love the puns you put it, so creative! I’m so happy I found this blog. Great post!
beaming! I am beaming to read this. 🙂 Thank you. 🙂
I like this one Charron 🙂
Have a lovely weekend
Andro xxxx
Andro–i thot I might get a nibble from U on this, actually…:) thank U 4 sayin’…an’ wicked good times 2 U 2…