With her hand on the door latch she stands in the hall and with a look in the mirror asks ‘who’s fairest of all’?
11th of July 2021
Wrapped in red, white and blue,
Their eyes wide, bulging, unseeing,
They clamour , their excitement sweeping them along,
All reason abandoned, left floating in the bottom of a beer glass.
Her body abandoned by life, twisted with loss,
Memories faded by sun or buried beneath layers of dust undisturbed since when and why?
The winter was long,
Rain, floods, snow, ice,
Remains of autumn diluted then snuffed out on its watch.
Time waits for no one,
Time shows no care,
Bringing with it opportunities to grasp while they’re there.