An Ode to Wistfulness

Posted on 22 April 2015 | Leave a comment

Oh, wistfulness!
What treachery lurks
beneath thy maudlin smile:
Sentimental without guile,

Yet if I set a place for thee
At my table,
A welcome guest in my mind,
Thou wilt bring me to naught.

©2015 H.K. Longmore

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