He stands by her side. Hand on cheek; warm and cold. How?, he asks. She is still now; he can´t get why. The fall came too soon. Its winds and storms changed her fresh look of a rose to a pale face, with a fake smile.
He stands by her side. Lips on nose; warm and cold. Why?, he asks. She seems to be at peace; he can´t be at ease now. The storm was so crude. She ran and tried to hide. He could not help her and the guilt will stay with him for years to come.
He stands by her side. Hand by hand; warm and cold. He can´t change that. That is how they are now. She lies still; he has sad eyes. She says no thing; he thinks and writes. Hand on pen; thoughts turn to words. He gets her to live for all times in his few lines.
(Only rewriting Shakespeare?...)
Very lyrical stuff - good use of repetition. The warm and cold trope is very effective!
ReplyDelete