Under The Willow

• Amberley Sparkes, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2013

I needn't ask her why she sits there alone
Swaying along with the breeze under the willow tree
For she sits on her imaginary throne
Pleading with life to set her free

For she knew the heavenly skies had stolen,
taken her life’s most wonderful prize
the man for whom, her love was woven
she shed a tear as she stared towards the skies

and the grief rippled from deep within her chest
swiftly like butterflies escaping from winters pain
as the tears fell she knew she had digressed
and stood as it began to rain

embracing the necklace that had been given
her life slipped away, she would always be with him

By Amberley Sparkes