it is the stillness
on the inside of their voices
it leaves me shuddering
but i know more
i feel more
i clutch the dancing shadows and breathe
breathe the warmth into their eyes
cry the soul into their heart
until they see more than what i can
and give more than the others ever would
my shadow-friends shatter my mad mind
sewing together tapestries of sunlight
until my bruised, lonely mad mind
is accompanied by soulless harmonies
and the warming joys of kindness.
that is all i have ever needed,
and so the twitching threads of sunlight
prick my skin and swallow me.
so i smile for them.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts."
- William Shakespeare
Consider this a doorway to my heart and soul. 🌱
Tea set by a suffragette
Pankhurst is a name well known to the history of women’s suffrage. Who hasn't heard the name Emmaline Pankhurst, founder of the Women's Social and Political Union (WSPU), an all-women organisation campaigning for the right to vote? The group that helped to achieve the right to vote for women in Great Britain and Ireland in 1918. Some know of her daughter Christabel, both being honoured by the Pankhurst memorial in Victoria Palace Gardens, London, right next to the UK Parliament buildings. Sylvia Pankhurst is notably not included in the monument. Why? Because she split with the WSPU to campaign against Britain's entry into First World War.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 days ago in Art
Comments (3)
Another great poem!
Always keep up the good work.
An amazing poem! Well done!