EAurora

United Kingdom

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Just a sporadic writer who drinks too much tea

May morning

July 20, 2019

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she is still waiting, that woman of dust,
cradled by age and silence. she knows
she should step out into her world
bursting with spring: but it is too
bright, too achingly full of colour and
the promises to herself she never kept.

no, she will wait a moment longer
to listen for the pluck of her heartstrings
and see all the things she might have
been dance across her eyelids. had she
been stronger, smarter, taller, braver, she
might have done all this

and more. and how can she let herself
forget that she didn't? now, she fears,
it is too late: her bones creak with the
weight of stories untold and she feels
her years leak on like a ship halting
into the night. she gazes absently around

at the small expanses of her world. a
dog, a faded wedding dress, a dozen
unopened letters, two chintz sofas
upholstered by unskilled hands.
she twists a ring round and round
her finger.

please, darling, close the door.
no, darling, just a moment longer.


and then, maybe,
she will step outside,
smell the flowers of May,
and finally find her way home.

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  • Anha

    an amazing piece! can't tell you how much i love your work; lines like "her bones creak with the / weight of stories untold and she feels / her years leak on like a ship halting / into the night." really make my day. can't wait to see what you do next!


    over 1 year ago
  • r|A|i|N

    this is so beautiful & moving. love it!


    over 1 year ago