She was a flame
A wildcat
I gladly couldn't tame
A lover of light and of mine
Until she tripped into darkness
And fell from our entwine
Toes against unseen stones
She, happy with the pain
Her new shelter of bones
I tried to remember
What her eyes once were
Each a flaming ember
pools of green and gold
resultant alchemy fourfold
Yet memory can't hide reality
Those pools of light
Where we swam a tapestry
Now, frozen night
I watched from safety
Her scream and flail at the void
Trapped underneath the ice
Unready to be destroyed
1/28/13
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
