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  |
