Saline

Something very dear to my heart ! Speaks about my current ongoing experiences .

Salty lemonade drips to her rosy lips ,
Citrus twirls to her palpable shouts ,
Her eyes quench with a thirst , they rip,
The lines of her cheeks ached by a whip .

Her tongue claims the saline with swirls,
Toiling downwards with tumbling burns ,
The stiff lumps contract the whirls ,
As her eyes melt at her mother's pearls .

Author's Note

Short one but very interesting metaphors here , see if you can guess em .

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

My belated condolences on your mom; hard to fathom momms' departures, hard to swallow the bitter pills dealt to us. Pray that you are united one day.
A powerful, expressive poem.

[Kathy Mc Cathy]

Thanks for the condolences. I hope i see her again in any way someday . For now i resort to daydreaming and wishful thinking. Life seems a longer and bleaker road without her .Thanks for the comment again Sami .

Kathy

[Sami Khalil]

All true and well articulated. You are welcome Kathy.

[Chris Shaw]

The final line is full of love. Salt has a sting to it. Perhaps a relationship here has been put under strain. Illness can do that. I thought of dementia and how that can sting real hard. Good to read you again Kathy.

Chris

[Kathy Mc Cathy]

Thanks you for such a kind response ! I lost my mum last year and it strikes each second that she is gone. The salt in my eyes stings each time I'm reminded of her ..

Kathy