Misty morning meloncholy

Silver wisps caress your icy cheeks as morning  pushes back the night…

You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.

 

Silver wisps caress your icy cheeks

as morning  pushes back the night

and unforgiving golden fingers point accusing

love’s rage laid bare in starkest of delight

.

And all about life marches on

Oblivious to cold and brutal loss

And tendrils creep and hide the shame

‘neath leaves and roots and branch and moss

.

No eulogy beneath the stars

No tears, no hymn, no black procession

Under the sun, bleached, turned to dust

No longer mine, but death’s possession

.

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

9 thoughts on “Misty morning meloncholy”

  9. Pingback: February 2019 Writing Prompt Participants – Putting My Feet in the Dirt

Leave a Reply