[Relentless Writing 10 Tokens]
Folds of Green Brocade
a perfect image belies the truth Folds of Green Brocade
An interval of quietude; she sleeps, caressed by copper curls in silk cascade. Observing beauty in her calm, he weeps, remorseful of impassioned hands he laid.
From searching eyes, secluded pain she hides, within her mind, love's solemn vow replayed. Through purest skin, dark cast of anger rides, wrapped safely 'neath soft folds of green brocade.
Breath falls, as into endless void she slips, unable to withstand the next tirade. A tear-stained note in resting hand she grips, 'My love, forgive the final choice I made'
Author's Note: Inspired by an amazing painting "The Green Dress II" by Mark Spain. For obvious reasons I can't use the picture to illustrate my poem, but check it out, it's beautiful.
by bluemoon (Viewed 457 times)
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