Believing the saviour’s arms wrapped around
she played her instrument all through the night
scouting for answers buried in her grave, sealed
The messiah out of an easy conundrum stepped,
waking up her dead love into a mass of placid lake
with the guns losing their bullets forever in all
but no happy ending still.
9 comments:
dang and i like happy endings...smiles. nice imagery and range with this "placid lake...nice...
Monika...
What a powerful piece of work.
Excellent 55 My Friend,
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Beautiful, but maybe, just maybe, he has better plans.
:)
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
A very emotive 55, Monika. Well done.
Lots of seeds for thoughts in your short and evocative phrases. Enjoyed it much, Monika.
Monika! you've changed your hair!
Will you be going back to blonde?
Richard, :D can't say!
Thanks everyone!!
sad,
hope that the wind changes its directions, blowing the darkness away.
well done 55.
Happy Writing.
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