Your spirit
falls away
from your body;
like wallpaper
from whitewashed walls.
Dishevelled angel wings,
turned up at the edges
like an old sepia photograph
a memory of something lost.
Your spirit
falls away
from your body;
like wallpaper
from whitewashed walls.
Dishevelled angel wings,
turned up at the edges
like an old sepia photograph
a memory of something lost.
Comments
fatboy74 | March 20, 2011 - 21:19
small but very beautiful Beeme. :-)
Beeme | March 20, 2011 - 21:39
Thank you very much Fatboy! :-)
Beeme xx
MistakenMagic | March 21, 2011 - 00:36
I love the way the poem slowly expands, Beeme. This has a beautiful old world feel to it. Well done!
Magic xxx
Beeme | March 21, 2011 - 12:30
Thanks very much Magic, glad you liked this :)
Beeme xx