She stood upon the balcony
That old cast-iron frame
Where was once a deed of treachery
The forbidden tale of seeking ears
Faded orange gave way to blue
As rust crept round the edges
Curling up the spirals in choking fanned array
Wrapping tight the haunting calls
Lest they fall into a slew
The tinge of smoke was in the air
She remembered the bite of winter storm
When porcelain cracked from its load to bear
Severed from all that ever was known
She glanced down at her own bare wrist
Where a painful scar made its abode
No answer was found, and none desired
But a thought broke loose the hidden tears
What if she had missed?
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A Hot Cup of Poetry
PoetryCollection of poems-- long and short, hot and cold. The menu is open.
