No railing. Saw her slipping.
Suddenly, she fell through.
I'll never again feel my
lover's delicate fingers.
Slipping on the mossy stairs,
through the air she tumbled.
My darling took her last breath,
fingers grasping only air.
Carry On Tuesday 109
Words from Abba:
Slipping through my fingers
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ReplyDeleteyour words ring beautifully true.
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Wow! Very powerful!
ReplyDeletePromising - thank you
ReplyDeleteMadeleine - I'm glad you felt it
Very intense write, almost sad. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if this is true or not, but it is very sad if it is. Very descriptive and well written.
ReplyDeleteso ..... you forgot to clean the steps?
ReplyDeleteOkay, I didn't see that coming. An unexpected direction makes for a great poem.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds terribly tragic. Stairs without rails are a hazard to use, be extremely careful on a rainy or icy day.
ReplyDeleteHenry - thank you
ReplyDeletebsb3 - I've not watched anyone fall to their death, fortunately. I'm glad you felt it.
Whitesnake - you're so bad, lol
Mike - glad it surprised you, then
Raven - it would be quite tragic
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