In Cold Blood
Frost killed the rose
as quickly as a knife—
the murderer struck at night,
her crime discovered by morning light.
(First hard frost this morning)
S. Holstein 10.20.2008
Departed
Shadow hand on shaded form,
A whisper of a silenced voice,
Moonlight brings you near to me.
Your shape is clouded and unseen,
Still I know your scent, your step.
You hover close. I feel your breath,
Clammy cold it cools my face,
Earth-damp lips they kiss my cheek.
Bones scoured clean of healthy flesh
wear the dress funereal,
slip from my grasp and back to rest,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
S. Holstein 10.20.2008
Susanna, I love the first poem. We've had 2 or 3 hard frosts so far,but this morning it's a balmy 52!
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, Janet, but wait til tonight! It's supposed to be stone cold again.
ReplyDeleteYour poems reach deep. Skillful use of words. Thanks, Ellouise
ReplyDeleteI like Departed the best.
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me...