The Sunday Muse #70
Thank you Carrie for this challenging prompt.
Give me a petty face and I always try to summon inspiration, so here goes.
A Close Brush With Death
Photography by Ali Falak Image Source
We thought you had gone,
To abandon this last remaining Earthly coil,
To flee this light into an unknown darkness, awaiting all.
You whispered Adieux from those sweet and gorgeous lips.
As that most unwelcome reaper grimly tightened his grip,
Too soon and far ahead of his appointed hour.
We shed our tears of sadness as your vessel sailed away,
Or so it seemed to us at that most dreadful hour.
Yet a flicker of life fought a stunning rearguard action.
You refused to obey all those cruel ropes tugging at your soul.
A hint of colour brushed across your lovely face
And life was again breathed gently into your soul and spirit,
Our heartbeats grew stronger to match your rejuvinated pulse.
And we wept with joy as we once more saw those open beautiful eyes.
Eddie Bluelights 1st September 2019
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Once again, thank you Carrie
Oh, that was so beautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan. So pleased you like it:)
DeleteMoving, and clever. Well done, Eddie. I read it three times and will now read it again.
ReplyDeleteThanks Val. Most encouraging . . :)
DeleteAfter reading your beautifully crafted poem, I read it several times more. I see I am in good company!
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen, I came to the party a little late. :)
DeleteThat was beautifully written. Untimely death is great fear for many of us, I'm sure. You did a great job of capturing that fear and still making the poem lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jax :)
DeleteOh Eddie this is absolutely gorgeous! I love it. I am sorry it took me so long to get here. I thought you were referring to the other prompt form this week. Beautiful writing from a beautiful heart. Lovely as always!
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie . . . you have a pretty big heart too . . :)
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