Sunday, 1 March 2015

Twist of fate.


Lee Miller in Hitlers bathtub 
Munich 1945 by D.E.Sherman.



This rain never stops
it gathers
in stagnant puddles of despair
insidiously soaking through our skin.
We cling on,
slipping through the mud of emotions
that even now
are masked
camouflaged
denied.
Their boots mark out a grid reference
which we skirt around.
Distant trucks rumble
as hope sinks,
now the lowest depths yet.
Wash me clean
(a scented soaped sponge
an exquisite memory)
scrub the numbers from my wrist
and twist my hair dry
droplets of fate splash on your feet
hold my hand
as we walk onward together.


KD 1/3/15
Number 260 the other writers work is here.






10 comments:

  1. strong and powerful words perfect for this image

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  2. Stark, direct and quite moving...

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  3. Sorrow and hope mix well here

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  4. Your images are powerful and merit second and third reads. Excellent.

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    1. Hi, I love that you might come back and re-read this...xx

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  5. Together cleansing....in more ways than one!

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  6. A cleansing, a healing and a certain determination. Powerful words in this moving piece you've written.

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  7. She of The Sea Foam , emerging yet again ....like Ursula Andress ....

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  8. Too sad this one Kay. Thanks for your comments and for following me on Instagram, I need to do something with it. My daughter set it up for me and I haven't done anything, I like your new look blog. Much Love, Linda x

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