BEACHED
BEACHED
She left him like a boat
when the tide has gone out,
sandbank hours, drowned hope.
Stole his dreams to distant sea
and lost them in the depths
but up there in obsidian sky
the universe was concealed
behind a curtain of blindness,
silver stars he couldn't see.
He just couldn't see.
Trouvaille Review, February 2021
john short
Thu 13th Jun 2019 15:25
Thanks Chloe
I wasn't sure about this poem - if people would really get anything from it. Your positive response has given me the signal it probably will be okay to submit somewhere. Look forward to reading more of your stuff.