Alone
In chain-link of night
that beckons trees to crawl
stale the wink of stars inked by tears,
holding her captive within sweet
time’s passage,as his farewell voice
chafes a widowed skin;
and a body wrought from need
of safe refuge denied by rain,
pierces curved bones
while traces of evening pale follows
her gait quite slow as tresses bow,
on aisles of candles waning
till maiden veil slips on arms,
prized keepsake treasured well
on anniversary spent alone.
7/12/2015
Contest: Brevity--The Short Of It
*less than 100 words
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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