Where she walks the air’s so chilled
blue veins bleed from her finger tips
{ their droplets fall like morning leaves
in the night around her barren hips,
and the light around her melts them red
as she purses ice across her lips }
because sunshine trails behind the shade
of the yellow in her bitter grip.
Author notes
Loneliness?
The seat opposite the nursing mother, sat eyes averting tears, pursed lips, controlled smiles, the finger of a resting hand lightly stroking an empty womb. Only to regain a bright, stiff composure when the child directed attention across the carriage to the scrolling text announcing the next station;
I knew I'd have to pen her sometime.
A contest entry
- What would you do or say...how would you act if you was unable to have a child. by dragontuba.
500 points, ended July 5, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be honest, I promise it won't hurt;
Comments
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I love the way you used your words and the imagery they provided....Thank you for entering this
Your Judge
Stephen Zogal
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I didn't notice that you had rhyme going till my second read. I guess that's a good thing cause Tyler told me so once.
Loved your inspiration. Liked your write.
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I love your use of words.
I love the imagery they provide. -
I like this, you have great talent. I too like the way you described the blood droplets. Keep writing.
All the best
Wayne
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this is an amazing write!!!
great description!, i'm glad you penned her =]
I love how you described the blood droplets, that was just supreme!
good luck with the contest!
great write.
stephanie =]
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