Blues crept shyly into heart and mind to shadow skin,
revealing yet invisible that sorrow had now claimed,
a place to hide in every cell and shivering, dancing hair;
so was the mood encompassed and the moment blamed.

Eyes widened to allow the tears to gather skirts and fall,
that drench of grief which tipped upon the edge of flesh,
and so was waiting, ready then to tumble into sight;
crippled feeling laid in tender rest on memory’s breast.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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