Lucidity whispered
enticing delicate wisps
into vacuous action;
protecting the cataclysmal gape
that pulsed
in want of a name.
Silent grave
where temptation wanted
waned, meandered a while
in Spring’s strength
and died all the same.
As fat raindrops
plopped, reincarnating
on green grass blades
drowning in their quest
to satisfy chlorophyll
fuelled cells,
I stood, wept, then danced.
For when death called,
in his grey wicken ash-
I wore red,
feet bare-mud encased,
your wintry kiss
on my lips.
Love this! ‘I wore red’ says it all for me :)
Well I don’t shy away from colour!
“…the cataclysmal gape that pulsed in what of a name…” – oooooh mhm I see where you when there, naughty cherry pie….
Truly wonderful write, Shan! Sad, poignant & full of feeling…yes, wear red, my dear friend xx
As fat raindrops~love
Loved this poem, Shan. It is so you. I can even hear your Welsh voice reading the poem and hear your tears. And the red. Yes! Beautiful! xx
Damn the torpedoes, Shan…wear that red…A Jezebel in the face of death. This poem read aloud is luscious…Great write!
A beautiful, moving poem wrapped up in bright red defiance … written by such a brightly shining star of a woman :)
And, damn it, you look FABULOUS in red. And even better back in verse. Love this, Shan! :) xox
Beautiful stirring poem, Shan … stay bright, keep wearing read!
i’m so happy to see you writing more frequently again! LOVE this! ♥
you touch on a lot of sense, sound, touch etc…