Poem Body
Shadows now stain the wall
where his precious painting
used to hang -
Sunrise
Spring
White Dogwood and
Bright Poppy Fields -
the feigned promise of love
he created for her on canvas.
He hung it on someone else's wall
by mid-autumn when withered leaves
insulted the welcome mat,
as the heavy sunset
scorched the frigid room
where vibrant colors
once lit the walls like flames,
brazen
sordid
pompous...
unfaithful.
Comments
I enjoyed this, the
I enjoyed this, the alliteration and the images built the scenes perfectly. Great poem, linking the seasons to a relationship was very effective but the ending brings it together with a bang. Well done, loved it. Ruby :)
Hello, Ruby,
The final line actually developed the rest of the poem. I'm glad to know that it seemed to work. I'm grateful for your help with this.
Thank you, Ruby,
Lx