Sensations

It is not just metallic but the taste of rust on my fingers

It is not only dust but the smell of must that lingers

The rough touch of cutting black corroded steel

Red flowing blood warm rivulets droplets to feel 

Drips echo hollow ripples on a concrete floor

A hot cast iron stove glowing visions of the poor

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Soren
A scene, perhaps echoing a certain socioeconomic class, concrete floor, blood stains from cutting steel in a factory... cast iron stove..the only heating source...the color of rust, the color of blood...like the rhyming, and the portrayal of the poor... vivid and realistic
Warmly, B

[Soren]

Thank you Betty for your read and understanding words of support they are appreciated