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's first book, "No Hill for a Stepper", was published in 2001. Her second book, "The Last Bordello" was published in August 2016. Her third novel, set in 1928, is currently being edited. When she's not writing, you can find her at the boxing gym, with kids and grandkids, or throwing a ball for her persistent mini Aussie. Carolyn celebrates diversity and is an advocate for social and civil rights.

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