veiled in green

[kytty]

veiled in green

By a butcher’s broom, veiled in green
Only the edge there can be seen.
A glimpse of leather glistens in the sun,
Silhouette takes flight to run.
You know what it is to be torn apart.
You know how it feels with a hole in your heart.
Neath a butcher’s broom veiled in green.

Resplendent in black against a veil of green,
No notice of that which is caught between.
No sign of sorrow, no sign of pain,
No sign of life, or what’s to gain.
The suns hot rays beat harsh upon your face,
Take your mind far beyond this place
To the butcher’s broom all veiled in green.

Within the butcher’s broom all veiled in green,
Are deep recesses where no man’s seen
Where memories linger and thoughts are born
where a soul mourns from whence it was torn
From nights grasp and chasms sought to know
To twilight’s promise and dawns warm glow
And the butcher’s broom all veiled in green


kytty
a work in progress that is struggling. suggestions welcomed

[mark the compost elf]

it is perfect as it is.

[Fox of the Oaks]

It's great.
I'm sure you could extend it if you felt that's what it needed.

[kytty]

its been a while since I've written anything and thought it may lack substance
thanks for your kind words and encouragement
kytty

[Crimson Stormfire]

i love the imagery in this ! awesome work!

[kytty]

thank you Crimson Stormfire I'm glad you like it