The Murder of Bess
An acrostic-golden shovel poem
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
From The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

Alas, a silhouette of The
Lady Bess could be seen from the road
Framed in the window as she was
Running a comb through her coal black hair a
Eucalyptus branch caught her embroidered silken ribbon
Drifting down from the dormer to the stableyard of
Nottingham Castle … the stableyard awash in ochre as moonlight
Ominously shone over
Yonder hillock illuminating the
English heather now purple
Smothering the distant moor


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