Tag: Poems

A tree beyond my bedroom window stands,
with fragile drooping branches hanging low,
as if to touch the ground with trailing hands,

She passes her time in a derelict hall,
where pillars of marble around her stand tall,

Like flames beneath the sapphire haze,
the fluttered fins of orange fish,
are brightly lit by golden rays

Bone white mist rises like cold breath
from the dying earth;

Like melted butter moonlight pours,
through spiderwebs and window panes,

Sprouting fingers digging slowly,
through the damp amorphous earth.

She hears the rhythmic music of the band, above the waves that whisper in the night.

Her bed is a boat,
rocking beneath a canopy of stars,

The patients sit in listless rows
as worry and discomfort grows,

Together, silent, walking
near where the river flows.