Rhia

About a girl I used to dream about

I love you from before,

Back beneath the weeping willow.

Your hair, a tangled rug on the earthy floor

Highlighted with red and pale browns.

Autumn in the midst of spring.

Your gift to me, a spotted feather,

To hang on my neck like your tears.

To remind me always, the flutter of your heart,

And the fading whispers of your breath.

Reviews

[Lucy Granger]

I really enjoyed reading this, I loved how you used imagery throughout and it then permitted you to tie it nicely at the end. Keep writing !

Lucy