Lying motionless amidst knotted weeds and grass

Astride from bloodstained shards of glass

Lady with taunted expression engraved 

Surely nobody could have been so enraged?

As a missing person it started out,

until a neighbour raised an alarming shout

After a glimpse of a somewhat ugly scene 

That turned out not to be a bad dream

How on earth did it end this way?

Had she been lying there all of that day?

Who was she, what was she doing there?

Unhappy, sad, consumed with despair?

No one knew her real identity,

just s lonely figure she appeared to be

Perhaps she walked amongst the trees?

And felt the cool refreshing breeze?

Maybe this lady had a plan, I wonder did it involve a man?  A man she loved, respected, admired, but the relationship had become fractured and tired, so much so that it didn’t last, so hence the shards of broken glass?