Old Soul

by Maple Tree   Aug 18, 2016


Iris pools filled burgundy lips
with bitter taste of summer salt,
moisturizing a spirited fool....

along a road, in the night
of the last setting sun,
I gave my soul to the only
friend I had....

the moon.

My body bore a carving
of hideous tragedy
and the moon
birthed me....

beautiful.

He was my light
a chiselled illusion
for a lady who never
knew how to love....

nature.

A heart can be a wicked
trinket to lose, if the taker
becomes a thief, and he
was devilish, torturous...

but he led me to trees
that held me long before
my mother, and that night...

I found home.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Amazing imagery that entwines so much emotion. I love the way that nature flows so lovingly throughout your poems. Another excellent poem. Milly x

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Beautiful... Wow, wow, wow!! Xx

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, I can only echo what Michael and Sir L have stated-just beautiful! You kill me woman! lol-

    • 8 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Gigggggles, all 3of you make me smile, thank you!

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Andrea,

    The creativity that you seem to have seeping from your very pores leaves me regularly at odds with myself: I love you to bits, and yet your work conjures the green-eyed monster, regularly! lol

    Wonderful write,

    SL

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Breathtakingly good Andrea.

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