Death - the still air stagnant with his death
I see the lady, shattered on the floor, no breath.
Dare I touch her, reach out? I can’t - I do,
Cold eyes, a blank stare, soul flown, the ghost of you.
She halts, the ingrains in her cheeks blowing
blooms like beacons, her heart is showing.
I pull her, entice her, and bring her near,
Trap her; iron tight, the beat of her unravelling fear.
The case so bound, so wound, tight and close -
cracked. Just once, and bare eyes turned morose.
Only then, could I see the fissures, attempt the start,
The start of stitching together her broken heart.
Bethany Chipperfield
Categories:
chipperfield, death, lost love, love,
Form: Couplet
Shadows of contempt spark the walls,
In which eternity calls,
Each billowing flick emanates towards the pall
Of you – I feel enthralled.
Sweet intrusion I feel it, covered like a shawl
Innocent sparks devoured to see me fall
As every beat sees you closer - I stall
Yet this only makes you dearer to all.
Candle light putter brakes you, turns me tall
With this I shall let resistance be my down fall.
By Candlelight by
Bethany Chipperfield
Categories:
chipperfield, love, passion, me,
Form: Monorhyme