Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Cast

Cast

Before the spirit left,

you had one leg out of bed, toes

touching the floor,

hand tightened on the sheet

as if for a moonlight flit.

 

I stayed with your cast,

rearranged leg, hand, sheet;

I even called you back,

but you were walking quickly,

lightly towards morning.

◄ Collecting Bins at Emily Bronte’s

exchanges ►

Comments

Profile image

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 11th Dec 2017 19:55

This is lovely, beautifully scripted, even if I'm not exactly sure what you are saying. I'm presuming 'death', but not certain.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message