Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MAD WIND, by CATHERINE BRADSHAW

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MAD WIND, by            
First Line: Cold ashes crumble on my hearth tonight
Last Line: O god, sometimes I think I shall go mad.
Subject(s): Absence; Waiting; Separation; Isolation

Cold ashes crumble on my hearth tonight,
And howling winds plunge madly at my door;
Long shadows etched in mystic silver light
Stretch lazily and weirdly on the floor.
I gaze upon your chair, an acolyte
Who, once enriched by your mad love, is poor
Since you went forth one evening from my sight
And left me here alone to wait once more.
But waiting is a woman's task, 'tis said,
Which means that we must sit and pass each day,
Pretending all the while we're unafraid
While those we love pass on the gypsy way.
Tonight the shrieking winds to me seem sad --
O God, sometimes I think I shall go mad.

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