Friday, August 18, 2017

Remembering (Day 212)


Sing the robins  silver clouds 
dancing on the ceiling  there 
glancing through my window shrouds 
fairies spin in gentle prayer 

above the moaning  laughing throng
you arrive  fragile and sweet
played dolce  piercing a forte song
a clarinet weeps on a city street

memories dulled with exacting care
dreams worn soft as fine old lace
emboldened  wings beat at the air
sip teardrops  daintily  from my face

outside  a crowd  a protest  singing
inside  one soul  remembering



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: B W Townsend