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KIM MARSHALL


A Lady's Place


You were bitten
like frost on a flower. 
Joffrey had been so beautiful— How 
could you have known he would kill you?

Stripping a flower 
isn't a feat of strength.

They cheered him anyway. 
They, watching you, wanted the same 
of all girls who'd grown petals 
instead of thorns. 
They wanted your sister. 
Arya, with her sword, 
learning the edge of her own spirit 
could cut.

You weren't grown in the same garden, 
so you kneeled, stark 
as a shadow hanging 
on the wall.

When Ser Boros raised his rod, 
perhaps you wondered if you 
could become a wolf, shed 
your petal-soft gowns, move 
to a different garden.

Your wolf is dead, you remembered. 
Another lady 
in an unmarked grave.

Born into a military family, K. Marshall traveled extensively during her childhood and was stationed in such places as Texas and Alaska before ending up in Arkansas when her stepfather retired from the military. That traveling spirit has remained with her, and through poetry, she has traveled to competitions all across the nation.




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