Gone

A story

the wind that blew
across the fields of barley
ripened in the sun
whispered words of secrets heard
to listening ears of mischief done

yet now the harvest gathered in
leaves no sign of what took place
though left to hang upon a gate
a fragment caught of torn
white lace

so where is she the girl he kissed
before he struck that fatal blow
no witnesses to tell the tale
she a loner isn’t missed
she’s buried in the earth below

there she lies in long dug ground
defiled and tragic, undeserved
her resting place away from all
the living hearts that daily beat
she’s never likely to be found

Reviews

[Marie]

Oh, what a very poignant write you have superbly crafted, Chris. The story of a fateful night is captured superbly through both excellent word choice and depiction, it is very finely narrated. A truly heartrending write from your poetic pen as you painted a picture for your reader from life's other side, Chris. Thank you for sharing...