A Story Poem About Dorothy Lawrence
Hey everybody, I hope you're having a good Monday! I wrote this poem a couple weeks ago and I think it turned out pretty well and I even managed to use a specific rhyme scheme through all six stanzas. I hope you like it! Stick around to at the end to read a summary of Dorothy Lawrence's life. Sick and heavy, the day began, With noise and bombs and fear And for some reason, I wonder again, why I am here Charles is next to me, who’s just a young man No one deserves this, far or near I write in my logbook, turning away I can’t show my tears For I too, only, supposedly am a young man. But I’m not, I’m a woman who's broken the law, But the aching in my head is like a claw That’s tearing me apart so I squat And squeeze my eyes shut, and gnaw My lip, and draw My will and mind to a place of peace till my body is not so hot. It is too easy, in this place To imagine that the world is ending Here, with fire, smoke, death, pain, and an ascending Array of sparks