Death is Hers

Sometimes people can be vindictive in their actions...

 

The wind played

a graceful melody,

like a child protogy

blowing a misguided

tune into a flute

Cold and beautiful,

this post autumn day

swirled with bits of 

dried foliage and 

crusty leftover summer

She felt the earth

shake itself out of a

century long slumber

and watched for

the inevitable reaction

The jutting mountain

from the other side of the bay
crumbled like a cookie into

the milk of the ocean,

frothy with emotion

Her eyes gleamed at him

as she touched his mouth

with her intentional lips

and as the wave rushed

towards them, she smiled.... 

 

Reviews

[Lori]

I love the imagery. The external landscape really describes the inner emotions effectively. There's a certain thrill when reading it, as your poem captures this moment.