He sat by the river bank
Black wavy hair
Brushing his shoulders
Eyes of deepest green
He was there
Sitting between the cat-tails
Arms wrapped around bended knees
Skin glistening in the afternoon sun
That’s where I last saw him
His stare skipping the rippled water
His smile the one I fell for
As I waved my arms and cried his name
He waited
There by the river
As my blood pooled against the bank
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Tree limb holds the tyre
On twisted rope it swings
Water a leech holds on
As it rocks to and fro
The ground beneath solid
Blades of grass hidden
Kiss the hardened soil
From where they grow
The air is brittle
A cry is heard
Wings cast shadows
‘Cross silvered moon
Orphaned leaves circle
Gathering strength within the wind
And the cry is now a scream
Inside the abandoned barn
Beyond the shadows she is seen
Arched back, waist length hair
Iced in steel swords
She levitates below the beams
Turning to see whose entered
Bones break and could be heard
Onyx eyes stare in my direction
Help engraved into her forehead
Perhaps I’ve been watching too many movies of late, but trying to get back into what I enjoy.
