Elope

piece about .....

 i can hear them talk about me

 

i came here dressed in worn rags

muffled in previous false happyness

down and beaten by a love gone....

 

now you a new bird

fluttering about in swirling confusion

chirped to me of past pains

I'm presenting to you a clean slate

 

storm clouds seeped overhead  in the form of unacceptance

lightning curses and untrustful thunder

 

I stood longer

holding your frame in a comfortable shelter

 

let them wish me ill

whispering my damnation

in this grassy vale I'm pure and open

 

illuminating upon the unfaithful

a crimson smile

 

Reviews

[Beatrice Boyle (Grandm..]

The ebb and flow of this is superb...normally, the small i offends me...but it fits just right here !

This piece requires several readings, eacb time discovering new nuances to enjoy.

Good job!

Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)