Isobel, The Fortune Teller

Tanjila Akter Mim

Now that she is gone
Shall I have my fate redrawn?
Raise my flag in grief
Prepare-
For Fourteen hundred sixty lonely dawns

Instead-
If I let the matter slide
Will I be taken down by tide?
Build myself a raft
Wander-
Till I can find what I was denied

Or-
Should I build a home alone;
Carve a statue with my bone?
Paint her face in song
Oh, Isobel!
Tell me-
My Lover! Is she gone?

Isobel, the fortune teller - Illustration for Tanjila

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