Rising from the Ashes


The girl from yonder when she slept

On pillow soft

Had dreams she kept

Beneath the down of feathers laced

With tears she saved from when she wept.

And stored within the liquid flow

Were thoughts of life

But dreams of gold

And memories of stories shared

Were kept inside

But never told.

 When the morning timely rose

She stretched her arms in firm repose

And told herself in solemn vows

She would not dwell upon her woes.

-MWD (aka, me)


 Flames of courage.

Note: MWD is a character from one of my novels but “her” poetry never made it to the final product. This poem is only one of many.










Published by

Carolyn Dennis-Willingham

Carolyn is the author of two published books – No Hill for a Stepper, 2001, and The Last Bordello, 2016. Her third novel, The Moonshine Thicket, is set in 1928 and is currently enduring a professional edit. When not on her laptop, she serves as a lap top for her grandchildren. She is a retired Early Childhood Specialist, a fitness boxer, artist, and a ball thrower for her ever-persistent mini Aussie. In addition to her blogging website, carolyndenniswillingham.com, you may find her on Facebook and Twitter.

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