Swamp Woman
Mist strolled down the causeway
like a woman in white,
reaching into the darkness with
gloved fingers of frost
lighting the swamp lamps with her very radiance.
Her breath hung in the air like smoke
voice ringing out in song
lifted on clipped wings deemed decorative,
weighted by sins uncommitted
She sings a lullaby to the starlight,
celestial souls trapped within her boon
lay in her as a final resting place.
Icy winds pierce the flesh of mankind,
the once plentiful fruit of her garden
Unpicked, rotting uninterrupted in the snow, as
she abandoned them centuries before.
Early morning light flows into slit veins
longing calls for the void granted hearing.
She returns to the sky.
Copyright © Oliver C.S. | Year Posted 2015
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