thudding hearts bleed
in the ironic red rust dust of the night
held close, my winter love
the past folds in upon itself
the hills rolling away in memory
I held you close, not letting you fade away
sky melted into a sunlit feast,
scattering halted breath
ripped from the beast within,
never forgot you anyways
Author notes
.From the Bottom of Both Broken Hearts
A contest entry
- Fantasy Picture Inspired Contest I by ShelleyA.
1000 points, ended July 30, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice title. A good write and take on picture prompt. Good imagery, flow and tone. Nice descriptives. Lovely depth of feeling. Good word choice, alliteration and nice assonance. Thank you for your entry.


