His words clattered through the air and landed,
tangled and troubling,
at her feet.
She shrank away from the quivering mass, kicked it away from her.
It crawled back to wind around her, filling her with doubt and confusion.
Her rose lips parted slightly in uncertain conflict.
Words blossomed in her throat, but could not rise to meet the night air.
Her eyes, holding the green of a fern in the rain forest, met his- cold and gray as the sea in a storm.
What she saw in his silent gaze...none can say.
But when she had seen what was there, she turned her head away.
Warm tears may have danced down her cheek.
A terrible sob might have torn her throat.
Her feet led her away, quicker and quicker,
into the unknown dawn.
She hasn't returned since.
"Such a shame and such a pity,"
Said the one who wrote the ditty
She was kind, and sweetly pretty
But not enough for this sad city.
Deep. As the friggin ocean. Not even kidding. This is a level of deepness that I've never seen. Ever. And ever. Okay.
Posted by: Rene | July 17, 2008 at 10:44 PM
QUEEN HANNAH!
ONCE AGAIN YOU GRACE US WITH BEAUTY AND BRILLIANCE! YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD BRAVO!
Posted by: Cloë L | July 22, 2008 at 01:52 PM
There are only a few poets i will read, and usually not very much but i would read your poetry forever!
Posted by: Noelle | September 12, 2008 at 07:18 PM