scold

 

hear the woman cringe with her leathery mask

ruffles of a century worn wail

Up

Down

around

your

Lover’s frown

 

may day break us up in a pink dawn

from the courageous whisper of a dropped tear

suffocating by this drowning fear

needles kneaded into my brow

now

up

down

around

your

lover’s ground

 

Reviews

[heido]

It may be too short..

[vinny ciambriello]

??? This is a poem. Why call it a story? Try simpler type face. Attempt to be understood.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

hmmm this one is haunting - it makes me think and in a sort of lonely, dreamy way.. deft touch with the images periac