By the Gallows

She awaits her fate near the gallows

As she gulps down a helping of air

Each breath she inhales, is so shallow

For fear they will notice her here

Snatching the birthright of others

Out in clear view of the crowd

No longer a sister of brothers

The taking of air’s not allowed

Soon, she will cross the sad river

She will not have a coin for her fare

And there won’t be farewells to deliver

As she dangles her feet in mid air

Faint clouds will softly surround her

Lifting her into the night

As she boards the craft, for a journey

Drifting away, from her plight

The boatman will point his long finger

As she reaches the lone banks of Nod

Her departed soul, now delivered

On its cold and murky sod

Where lies ahead, her judgment

After repose, so deep

In a crystalline bed, she’ll slumber

While angels bid their keep

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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