The Grey Lady

You won’t be able to guess this one…or will you? This poem is in great need of correction and improvement, so please help 🙂 Thank you for all your support!

A billowing breeze

A temperate tune

A flourishing flower

A boisterous balloon

The Grey Lady dances

On the soft ballroom floor

Mesmerized by the music

And warmth hiding in store

Her flax dress floats by

Elegantly in pulse,

Poignant in prancing

Like a flock of seagulls

Swooping ‘cross the tide

Wings extended in wind

Whistles heard in the stars

Lonely, lost in the stars’ glint –

Till morning she sails

‘Mongst the rainbow’s sweet beams

Waltzing in glory’s shadow

Into fantasy and dreams.

Think this looks more like a green ribbon than a grey lady, honest 🙂


Author: Jessica Y

Economics student at the University of Cambridge. Aspiring data scientist.

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