STARLET (Remove filter)
HOLLOW HALLS
She drags tired heels
across a tainted floor,
poise slightly bowed
and her back is sore.
She holds on her face
a cold marble stare,
a hard life engraved
upon cheeks once so fair.
Her faulting movements,
once graceful; divine,
her aching limbs now
with guile, defy
her final performance
on this dark empty stage,
memories fleeting
of a much better age...
Sunday 28th June 2015 9:36 am
Recent Comments
R A Porter on The Eternal Flame
4 hours ago
David RL Moore on You can kill some of the people some of the time but you can't kill all of the people all of the time
7 hours ago
leon stolgard on HOPE!
8 hours ago
rob1967able on Colony 2B
8 hours ago
Landi Cruz on You can kill some of the people some of the time but you can't kill all of the people all of the time
9 hours ago
leon stolgard on In our lost curved ball world
9 hours ago
Landi Cruz on evensong
9 hours ago
David R Mellor on A Little Bird
9 hours ago
David R Mellor on A Little Bird
9 hours ago
Landi Cruz on evensong
9 hours ago