A Forgotten Story

The beginning's in her left pocket

The middle's in her right

The end's a Jay, perched on her shoulder

Fluttering quick and light

'til her arm starts to burn

and her head starts to turn

Only to watch the bird take flight

Will she kill the hero?

How then will the story end?

The paper is loose at the binding

 the ink leaks from her pen

 Will her words be lost, in pain, exhaust

with the passing of the era?

runny, black drops stain the page

from ink and wet mascara 

When the papers crinkle, like fallen leaves

And are neglected through the ages

Will you let the story breath?

Please, just flip through her pages

Reviews

[Ladysue]

Magnificently done...great flow and superb images...

[Greg Skura]

You paint an awesome portrait here! well Done!

[vinny ciambriello]

I like it. Fix the 3 errors. It's forgotten, not forgot; words, not word's; ages, not age's. Very good though.

[Amy]

A lovely poem, it shows such an appreciation for words. I loved it.

[Amy Vaughn]

The beginning's in her left pocket
The middle's in her right
The end's a Jay, perched on her shoulder

Great opening. I really liked this.

[stellasautelle]

love it! :)

[Nobody.]

really wild images in such a tidy form. loved this. frantic story told in a smooth flow....like a river of lava. she is a cool character....symbols whirling all about her frame: the bird, the hero, the pen...the pages theirselves.....just brilliant.
cheers!