Petals on the track
With Mahogany Bark,
Like Mahogany skin,
Branches rise above the track.
We are both in winter.
Lightning strikes the ground
Held fast like burnt retina,
The colour of Mahogany.
Do you reach as spring arrives?
Do limbs shy when the train arrives?
Too high for outstretched arms
A pedestal of Mahogany.
We warm in the light,
You bloom into colour
As I shelter into gloom.
Tears fall
Like petals on the track.
I wrote this after reading u/TragicHeron poem, which can be found here. I really like that poem and it just moved me into trying something similar but different.
Here are my comments:
Posted Apr 22, 2018, 10:30 AM UTC · edited
Really nice poem, I enjoyed the repetition. Keep it up.