A city lay in ruins

The faceless-ageless friends didn't find her hiding. 

Instead there was a special gift, 

the ability to hide in creases of time. 

It hung there motionless on the wall as it had minutes ago. 

But none of the minutes had gone anywhere. 

Everything seemed to stop. 

Whole worlds were silent as nothing moved,  not even time.

Frozen like dead bodies, 

expressions of a moment were carved into faces. 

They were bent into even more uncomfortable positions. 

Reminding all ghosts of a city that lay in ruins, 

that  they had tried to escape, that they tried to flee from the erupting volcano, 

as it stayed smothered and covered in ash. 

Time would never stop in this ruined world. 

Alone like this, she examined her new face and her new body. 

She wondered if she would ever rub past this mask. 

It didn't feel the same. 

Reviews

[Jocie de Jaune]

What a wonderful theme! My mum's an archeologist so the whole family's heard lectures about the lost city :'D But, seriously, the way you entwine the subject into your poetic phrases is beautiful, I mean, you've made a horrific volcanic eruption relatable, ahaha Bravo, that's no small feat! Thanks for shareing!x

[Einstein Noodle]

hauntingly beautiful ..i imagine those souls perhaps locked there as well ... i like the time play .. stopped in that moment but never ending ..just keeps on ticking ;)
i think this is a smart, tribute to the lost city and all those lost in the coverings ... must have been horrific
E.
ps. nice subject choice ... a bit of history always adds to a poem for me

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Very true & realistic fact about life. Sometimes you fall apart for others & wandering alone into this world. Well framed my friend.