Poem -
Dead Air
He brought to her perfume
Lavishly wrapped
Yellow silk petals. That.
curled round her thumb
Newly fresh deadness
that pulsed
with life's thrum
He offered up bounties. From.
Reaper's grim lair
she closed the door firmly. On.
Decaying air...
.
she didn't like flowers
she didn't like him.
M ~
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Hello Marion...
Surely, he's made just for that special someone...
Then what happens?
Does he feel like Grinch when his heart softened?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
Hey Sparrowsong...how are you?
Sending thanks and hugs your way x
Beautifully morbid!!.....I love your amazing style of
placing an amazing flourish and spotlight on that
which so many dare not contend with...at least that
is my impression dear poet sister.....ALL STARS!!
You are such a gifted writer.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo
Hello Tony, so nice to see you back, I hope you are in good health. Thankyou....you know me...nothing but morbid lol...hugs X
Love this poem , really a enjoyable read and with so much thought behind the words.
Thanks so much Kristin x
Oh er .. to err is to be human .. the silly old thing .. I think to have ringed her and a box of chockies would have gone down better .. perhaps .. x
Ha...lol...I can see you're a ladies man!
thanks Neville x
One does try x