Poetry day 3


I'm keeping with the cheerful theme of dementia still and writing in blank verse to try and keep a sense of regularity while the words suggest dissonance.  At least that's the idea!


Straw
Autumn brings straw and with it ends summer
Gold spears cut down leaving their jewels behind
Waiting for collection, wanting harvest
Those jewels seeping slowly run through fingers
Life giving bright sunshine contained within
The grains bounce onto the floor with a swish
She stands and watches, looks but doesn’t see
Her harvest gone, cold winter comes grasping
Fast and unkind tendrils stripping her soul
Her light fades as she becomes hollowed out.

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