Among the Broken Trees

Among the Broken Trees

I lost my love among the broken trees
where first I asked a woman to be mine
on dirty, mud-encrusted trouser knees;
alas, the lass felt beholden to decline.

My wonder woman liked me well but could not
Love me any other than she might a brother,
For she was smitten with a mystery jungle man
Who made her feel like Jane on a vine trapeze.

My every plea will be for second chance.
To some degree I blame myself for this,
And, ill at ease, I linger in the place
I lost my love among the broken trees

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         Dorsimbra form :
Three stanzas of four lines each:
4 lines of iambic pentameter rhymed abab
4 lines of free verse
4 lines of iambic pentameter blank verse
last line repeats the first line