She stands upon the wall
Her hair hanging –
A projection of the morning mist
about her expectant eyes.
The coldness enhancing her presence…
On tip toes
A grey clothed soul
she stands like an angel of the cemetery
Seeking her friends
Who, delayed,
Will find their way to
Meet…
The schoolgirl by
The Bus stop…
Martin addison, 18/03/2013
Beautifully done, Martin!
And I admire that young ladies balance! If it were me on the wall this would have turned into a action / comedy piece (needless to say I’m very happy that is not the case)!
🙂
LoL Bob – I just glimpsed her out of the bus window and the poem grew during the day 🙂 My balance improves after the 5th pint of beer… 😉
haunting, well written martin …
Thank You Christine – it’s amazing what you see from the top deck of a bus 🙂
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