She stands in silver

The rain washes prayers
from her shivering, lilac lips
as the dirt muds up around her feet.

The ink from his letter swims
like watery ribbon from the page
to her trembling hands to the ground
like the moons' silver heartbeats.

Her lungs swell with a drowned scream:
    S'il vous plait, mon amour!

She stands among black-eyed susans, dress
clinging like an extra layer of pale skin

and the moon sharpens the rain silver;
the lunar beads burn her heart lily-white.

Author's Note

Again, I'm rusty... poem prompt from Jack... and Spencer

Reviews

[SteveB]

Very nice. Vivid images and a wonderful economy of language. Not a single word more than is necessary to create the mood, a mood which can be read in many ways. Is it a love letter, a letter of farewell, or perhaps a letter from a dead lover? The potential ambiguity, highlighted by the "drowned scream", adds to the overall effect. Thank you for sharing this.

[eglantine]

merci! :)

[Aehr]

I am in love with the description. This is just plain beautiful from start to finish. The title is perfect. It sounds almost Shakespearean which is not something you can go wrong with. Thank you for sharing this poem. Shelving it. x

[Mike Emil]

lycanthropy and love and silver spoons
I am inspired
HA!!!

[gombeggar]

well, nicely done for being rusty, me thinks

[Mark]

A striking image of what heart break looks like.I particularly like the last stanza. Not your best IMO, but nicely done.

[Angi]

Imagery is so good. I can picture her vividly. Love the word economy. Lovely, haunting piece.

[Danny Sanchez]

a breath of fresh air. Beautiful :-)

[Zahra]

Very nice. Nice imagery and flow.

[NITHIN PURPLE]

good to be their follower.......good philosophy

[NITHIN PURPLE]

wow.beauty...............well nice one