A third short poem for the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt using the words
HARM – DEEP – ACT – STARE – LOSS
No harm will come, he said, she smiled,
I’ll love you long and deep, he said,
An act it was, for all his words,
At dawn across the sea he fled.
She bore the loss, she bore his child,
She bore the stares of righteous folk,
But when her bairn lay still and cold,
She could no more; her poor heart broke.
They wrapped her in a winding cloth,
And in her arms they laid the child,
Wild roses in her hair they wound,
And over both the good earth piled.