black gloam density hinge void
spirit tweed stagger petal rescind
the scent of black tweed
rose petals and spirits infused with
images and thoughts of her
hung heavy in the gloam
with an overpowering density
he had staggered unhinged
into a void and did not know
how to rescind his life
Short and sweet and tickles the senses.
ReplyDeleteOh wow this is absolutely gorgeous writing!
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Nicely penned!
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You said so much in so few words. Wonderfully written.
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very nice indeed :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully worded and the imagery is great.
ReplyDeleteI can hear him gasping her in through the words.
ReplyDeleteYou've done so much with these words in such little space - sensual and beautiful. My fave line "hung heavy in the gloam" -- Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis puts me in mind of Victorian literature.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is vivid. Beautiful
ReplyDeletesensual and dark and leering!
ReplyDeletelove it.
Your poem made me think of a warm, musky perfume ~ nice.
ReplyDeleteVictorian lit - I agree.
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