Immobile.
Not because
Of the shoe-bites,
Though
They hurt like hell
And
She could just about
Feel the peeling skin
She goes
Any further
And the tender wounded spot
Might actually
Start oozing.
But that was
The last thing
That made her
Stay.
Lonely
In the
Milling crowd.
Her train of thoughts
Tore her.
If only she could
Manipulate
Her heart
In tandem with
Her head.
Let go of
That fleeting glance.
She stood there
Between
Flickering hope
And
Wavering emotions.
Her red coat
Gathered
Snow flakes.
Overhead,
The falcons flew home.
Slowly,
His
Retreating carriage
Hid in the
Mist.
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Beautifully written
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Rebecca.
Delete"If only she could manipulate her heart in tandem with her head." Wow! If only, indeed. What a beautiful way to put it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Your words lifted up my spirits for this post
DeleteAh,if only...brilliantly evocative!
ReplyDeleteAnd yours too Atreyee. Thank you so much for your kind words.
DeleteAnd yours too Atreyee. Thank you so much for your kind words.
DeleteBeautiful words!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Grace
DeleteExcellent use of form. Just really good.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much longing in this, and using physical and emotional pain in counterpoint really lifted this LM x
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Lyssa for such inspiring feedback
DeleteBeautiful, Ruby. The falcons flying home was so touching!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm. I always looks forward to hear from you :)
DeleteThis is so gorgeous I read it twice. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Ivy. It is so inspiring to hear such kind words from you
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