Sunday, April 29, 2012
What water could not wash away
This final remnant of You upon my skin
Has been stolen this dewy night
Beneath the pale temptress moon
The jealous honeysuckle has stolen you away
These black woods' hungry shadows
They are jealous lovers who will have no other
My indiscretion lost, a memory
Within the winds that play upon the leaves
These Trees are Queen and Lover
These Stones the judge and jury
- Chris Getz
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I REALLY love the first line of this piece. There are so many directions you could go with "What Water Could Not Wash Away...". Feels like it could easily be the name of a novel or collection of poetry. Nice work Chris!
ReplyDeleteThanks! ^_^
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