Turning to a desert…

           

 

Her tears have woken!

Perched; blackbirds, quenched two, suns.

Her tears have dried and are now dead.

Her tears have flown and washed away-

The underbelly,

Soft silts of clays that lay in her riverbed.

Her tears have left the earth sodden

Her cries have shaken all of heaven.

All’s now dehydrated, turning to a desert

Yet, her barren spell. Has, only just begun.

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You have painted a beautiful sadness, one in which her barren spell overtakes her...
...until the tears run dry and there is nothing left.

This echos Mother Earth's tumultuous nature...haunting indeed...~xoxo~:)

[Tai Chi Italy]

A personified Mother Nature, Mark? Not sure about the comma between the 'two, suns,' The punctuation is a little scarey and makes the poem falter, but otherwise this poem runs like the rain that falls from her eyes, ie very well, and I love the last line,

[Mark Heathcote]

Some poems take you on a journey of discovery, when writing them.
You give them a little bit of a free reign and they suddenly surprise you. Thanks again Audrie

[audrie]

Such emotional words! I also love the connection that you've made to Mother Earth. . . lovely poem!