Charcoal-Coated
Charcoal-Coated
This cobbled lane she’s wandering,
Fog obscuring her view
She saunters lost, not pondering
This world of charcoal-gray hue.
Dim lampposts; veritably useless
Masked completely in soot
Lachrymose mood, so fruitless
As she aimlessly drifts on by foot
Were there others around her?
She had ceased to notice, if so
Had it been days, months or years?
Since another had nodded hello?
Steps now long-forgotten
Of a dance whence she spun and twirled
Pastel veils floating and fluttering;
Ribbons careened as she swirled
All now the vaguest of memories
Thoughts so dim, now surreal
A world now coloured in emery
Long gone, the initial appeal.
Where began these footprints alone,
Embossed timelessly in the the dark?
Leaving an ash-coloured tint to atone,
Then swept with the breeze, gone the mark.
She had been born for more than this
Pain ebbed it’s way through her heart
Emotion rising, of life she missed
From love, joy and hope so apart
But no, this void was better
She surrendered back to her dreary, dark world
No emotion, no pain would now get her,
Back to her life of naught she unfurled
Her eyes drifted back to her cobblestone lane
The oppressive, dank fog not noted
Direction not needed and gone was her pain
Her thoughts, hopes and world charcoal-coated
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Thank you for your kind comment. This is one of my favourite poems, written in a dark time (doesn’t that always make for the best poetry, though?)
Thank you again,
Easter
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