Two poems by Elizabeth Sylvia

Updated: Sep 28

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Marie Antoinette remembers

I ride

through my life

for the last time

thrown from the cell

of darkness

into the cold roar

of day



They bring me

to the square

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my shame

The crowds

will have their fill

of me

who once

appeared to them

as a vision

I still welcome

the sun’s silent eye