Drop Down She drops down Crouching Looking for the souls They scuffled away in the night I heard them laughing at me I told her "Its gone, my dear" She cried and cried though as blood flowed (not tears) her face streaked red Brigette in rose thorns her eyes just a blurr of indistinct clouds and nondescript colors translucent to Him I can still see her pout when I close my eyes tightly and imagine and remember once again all those years ago ©M. Scott 2000
 Of Eden (The Bonnet) She was noticing no one her thoughts deep in nothing Her head was bowed shielding the stares from the no ones who watched her the few who ignored her while she clutched at her suitcase of wares She was wearing a bonnet displaying a flower picked daily from her private eden Where reptiles prospered and apples grew wild Her task she would surely succeed in As she walked down the avenue looking for tourists to peddle her hopes of the day She was looking for something or someone to talk to or simply to pass time away She stopped at the corner (or so it resembled) and sets up her valuable stock she props up her suitcase then sits on the doorstep then casually buttons her frock There she sat on the pavement her knees huddled close in and her bonnet she pulled down to warm For her body did shiver the cold wind was blowing and around her the children did swarm They laughed and they poked at her It seemed to be hopeless and they tore down her Babel-like tower Her dreams they did scatter wind churned withered memories And her dreams washed away in the shower She cried through the trouble though nobody heard her the suitcase of wares all were scattered But that bonnet displaying her flower from eden She guarded, and thats all that mattered M. Scott ©1992  |