The Blues Lady – Eduard Dantes

She sang of the Devil’s wicked ways
And the Angel’s naked lies;
Neither of the two
Building a road
Over burning coals
Nor a boat
To float on water
Yet both full of promises
Written in the diamonds of dreams.

She sang the blues
And hit the notes;
Her statement of never again,
And created a cushion
Upon which she
And the gifts they’d left
Could rest.


his name rhymes with ‘mince’. He’s rarely without a notebook and can usually be found next to the closest bottle of red wine. Previously a writer for The Roehampton Lane Journal.

Latest posts by eduard696dantes (see all)

    This entry was posted by eduard696dantes.

    Leave a Reply

    Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *