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Friday, January 23, 2009

Less Than The Tick of a Clock's Second Hand

Men, brooding like gods
watch a simple female figure
curled like a shivering cat
on slats of splintered wood.
Hair a dirty blond
lies still and limp
around her pinched face,
eyes closed tight against
the mist of an outside world
and all its blood being shed
like widows tears.

Unaware of an observers eye
she continues to sleep
underneath the insufficient warmth
of her devoted kitten, the blanket
more of a burden than comfort.
Silently a man peers through
an unbiased lens, its film
capturing her life's toil
in less than the tick
of a clock's second hand.

2 comments:

CLAY said...

Brilliant..I like the hazy quality of your descriptions. Bravo.

-CLAY

Charli said...

This is lovely. Very mysterious... And sad.

I love this: "the blanket
more of a burden than comfort." Absolutely amazing. A blanket as a burden? Makes me sigh it is so good.

And thank you SO much for your comment today at Broken Mannequin. Hugs!

P.S. I added you to my blogroll so I can find you easier!!