Imprisoned
to the depths
of turbid waters
long submerged
is the weight of
a bruised heart
its flesh marred
by the beating
of a tide’s unrest.
Numbed
are her fists upon
splintered walls
the scarlet flow
of secrets divulged
onto a tapestry-
a living portrait
unveiled
for all to see.
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Speaks to me about the abuse of women.
Agree i felt same
Blood making a pattern
Sad post
It is a little sad, I agree. But I hope it didn’t depress you!
No Dear
It did not 🙂
😊 😊
That’s a very interesting interpretation, John! I do agree it is a rather sad poem.
This is evocative and insightful.
Thank you, Maria. 😊
That is a very interesting visual adaptation to the poetry.
😊 😊
There you go blasting WP with all of this beauty again! 🙂
Gorgeous. And the picture is perfect.
Thank you kindly! 😊 😊
Great verse. Epic.
Thank you, Yassy! 😊
Welcome Phoebs😊