He has a fairy wife.
He does not know her.
She is the heart of the storm,
Of the clouds that lower.
And as the clouds are torn
Into rain and thunder,
She in her brightness tears
His heart asunder.

(C) Lesbia Harford
04/10/2015


Best Poems of Lesbia Harford

• Grotesque
• In The Public Library
• A Meaning Learnt
• A Strike Rhyme
• I Was Sad
• Why Does She Put Me To Many Indignities
• Inventory
• A Deity
• I Hate Work So
• Sometimes I Wish That I Were Helen-fair
• If I Had Six White Horses
• A Blouse Machinist
• Martha
• Street Music
• Emmie, Emmie Adams
• Machinist Talking
• He Has A Fairy Wife
• I Have To Make A Soul For One
• Body And Soul