Ripples Replay....

Written by: Christie Moses

in the absence of the moon
      in tremulous steps 
(treading cautious
         with wounded bare feet) 
footsteps echo down a corridor

resounding….
 a reverberation of agitation

beyond the paint of  alabaster
   (white washed  mask)
lay a bleak black spider crawl
       slightly insidious…..
     inside of tribulation

In blushing pink magnolias 
see innocence slowly blossom
  fresh faced and eager 
like the face of a ripe peach
   big eyed and blinking

    in the devastation
      see it silently fade
         ripped from its skin
               muffled screams 
                    and half torn cores
      steel tipped lashes…..

      a cyclone tirade
unbeknownst and nocuous
     winding downward
       a taunting spiral

in a moment of recognition
slumber the eyes of him

clouds are always higher
than one clamoring soul 
and small hands can reach

redemption hunted….
a never ending journey

swirling in a dry desert wind
where is the ghost of a half crescent 
in the tumbleweeds and cactus....?

a quizzical quest for identification
A banshee wail of “who am I”
      beyond the blinding rays
that shred these seeking orbs

 if only roses still unfold
     despite the mangle 
of a steel toed tread 
          a thoughtless stomp
on delicate petals that weep

can there be restitution?

in the absence of the moon
     in tremulous steps
(treading cautious 
         with wounded bare feet)
footsteps echo down a corridor…..