Posted in Poetry

On the Last Day

He stumbled

making left turn after right

crossing paths with the same blonde woman

dressed tightly in red

lips bleeding onto skin

a smile present

always asking;

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I know my way.”

Then he spotted her.

Red hair, yellow top

in a sea of black and white

holding onto a gem.

A folded pearl with simple print

but all the same, he knew the words.

Heart fluttering

he followed his butterfly.

Handing over his boarding pass

only one more trial

he could see.

Two pillars of mighty strength

no push strong enough to break their bond.

Only the young can save him

pulling where push had failed.

A bright room

faces turn to watch

an old man clinging to his cane

shuffling, stumbling

straight to the floor.

A sharp edge to chip

porcelain memories

replaced by darkness, far and wide.

Nothing to replace it

except for that prick of light.

An angels face

halo of red

pearls set between thin lips.

Soft hands

caressing claws

at melody’s last bar

he plummeted to darkness

his own song finished before the cannon



I'm currently working my way through a Creative and Professional Writing degree in London.

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