FADING MIRRORS ~ BY JANE SMITH
In the silence of the night, shadows stretch thin,
A whisper of hunger, a battle within.
Echoes of laughter, now faint, barely heard,
A struggle for solace in a world so absurd
In the silence of the night, shadows stretch thin,
A whisper of hunger, a battle within.
Echoes of laughter, now faint, barely heard,
A struggle for solace in a world so absurd
Tommy my rescue cat
He was only one year old
When he came into my home
After being left abandoned
In his garden all alone
He certainly wasn’t shy
And in no time at all
He settled in quite nicely
With his antics I recall
Playing hide and seek
In shadows cast by strictest light,
She walks alone, away from sight,
A heart encased in walls of fear,
No touch, no love, no comfort near
Gray and drained, numbed but absent,
Stained only by the lessons of the past,
The secrets held close, freezing and suffocating
Walking in weakness,
mindless in a known forest.
Styling in sadness,
Forgiveness on a plate to taste
The winter will befall upon our youth,
And it will lose all its springliness then.
A sheer dullness shall have its firm growth,
And the inner green land will turn barren.
Let my wraith fall upon the sinning rats
you share love and time with, only to burn me inside out.
Let us bathe in their blood for the way we loved,
like the dwindling snakes intertwined, biting each other to live without.
The daily anticipation,
The ever-lingering hope,
The hope of meeting him,
Like a child, yearning a mother’s embrace,
Waiting for just that moment,
Alas!! It was just a demon.
Jack
You have bested me again
Winter
With your clever endeavour
grasping on with your frost-bitten hands
Awaken sun and spite the cold
The river,
Grains of sand
Underfoot,
Caressing my toes,
Beside me,
My father,
The one I listen to,
respect,
and reflect,
Speaking about anything or everything