he visits her in red feathers
at day’s final breath
she feeds him only the seeds
of her regrets
once, he soared
from youthful gardens,
Castleton green
through the final curtains,
golden guise over Stygian blue
now
from heaven’s branch
still reaching for her
she takes him in
too late
all intentions lost
nothing but dead-wood shadows
gnarly at her back
gauze of guilt
around her neck
In response to Tuesday’s Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub. Melissa is our host and she is showcasing the work of Le Pho. We are writing ekphrastic poetry, using a theme from a given list.
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