It's time again for Willow's Magpie Tales. Each week she posts a prompt around which a tale should be formed. Click the link above to see other offerings.
if I had been the one to
loose my fingers from
that love?
It slipped through the sky
all joy and free
while I looked askance
at my empty palm.
I sit in the garden
watching the play of light
on the hand that
once touched love.
Ah, that illusive love! Lovely, Bug.
ReplyDelete(this actually brought to mind Jane Campion's "The Piano")
Happy Easter!
If love is the phoenix, then won't it be born again and anew once more? well done.
ReplyDeleteLovely! Much to ponder in the lives of love!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful. Well done Bug.
ReplyDeleteA Poigant Moment
ReplyDeleteLovely , sad and fragile the heart is..
Joanny
Oh yes. Been there... The loss of a certain love feels like the end of the world.
ReplyDeleteWhat an intriguing poem. Full of loss.
ReplyDeleteKiller last lines there. Very nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Argent. Great sense of melancholy.
ReplyDeleteyes lovely
ReplyDeletea wonderful take on the prompt...a simple yet thought provoking scene you have played...to ponder the hand....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I'd say "elegiac" if I was absolutely sure of what it meant. :-)
ReplyDeletePoignant and fragile assessment of life after love. Very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI've been there and wondered the same thing.
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