hydrangea aside in
a combed border,
petals pale in neutral soil,
she took a walk alone,
house behind,
sullen in it’s limestone
and thatch,
his note a promise
things had been fragile
since moving across
from the city,
words once murmured
not said anymore,
sunlight brought relief
slanted across her
drawing out that shadow,
he would be here later,
they would share a meal
bread and wine,
he had no other way of being
and it would be accepted,
as much as yielding
upon that mattress and brass
frame,
consuming the whole
This works on every level
My goodness, I’m jealous. You, sir, are obscenely talented. Would love to get a comment or two (hint, hint) from you.
Excellent!
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Love the opening lines, and esp his note a promise