Doll House

 Echoes

Sun bespattered prisms

Dancing in twilight

Glass whirlpools

 

Through infinite panes

Reflect molten grains of sand

Quartz, graphite bubbles

Constructed

 

Framing incidences

And heavy sighs

 

Salty tears

Condense then trail

Down that

Round glass face

her mouth a hinge

Creaks open

 

And utters forth

A rod of iron

shattering glass

 

She melted away

Forging cool

New horizons.

 

Reviews

[Maggie waz here =p]

Another great one, English Rose. Great job.
My favorite,
" Echoes

Sun bespattered prisms

Dancing in twilight

Glass whirlpools"

That was awewome!
Great job! Keep on going!