i peer into the shining bath
gaping deep into what i've lost.
how do i feel it again?
do i reach?
should i?
what am i allowed to feel with this,
when i see her glimmering face
and all her laughter.
is it the ripples that make me shiver?
i scan her glowing irises
tilting my chin high above my smoking footsteps.
it's quiet, all of a sudden, the music back to scales.
and then her light catches my eye,
she's different yet there's familiarity,
almost family,
in the deepness of her twinkling.
i listen to the patter of all i know,
spare a flicker to feel what i was searching for.
then unclasp the knot of her hollow umbrellas
watching them pop among pelicans and angels
ignoring the string plaited round my burning ankles
and the shallow reasons to follow 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. 🌱
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Comments (1)
"watching them pop among pelicans and angels ignoring the string plaited round my burning ankles" Oooo, I especially loved these lines! Fantastic poem!