Poetry - The Charlatan Zenith

THE CHARLATAN ZENITH

Steven Kerr – St. Kentigern’s Academy Advanced Higher English Creative Writing Folio

I sit and ponder : Am I to be imprisoned? Or thrown to the wind.

I never forget, I always forgive. I will be waiting. You need only remember the password.

“Murmuring how she loved me – she Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavour, To set its struggling passion free From pride, and vainer ties dissever, And give herself to me forever.” Robert Browning. “Porphyria’s Lover”, 1836