Daily missive f or Tuesday the 22nd of August.~ Moving day…A new chapter from old bones.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive f or Tuesday the 22nd of August.
Moving day…A new chapter from old bones.

Wardrobes are
Full of skeletons
Empty hangars
A drooping rib cage
With no flesh on the bones
Blood in the dust
A dead fly
Watched over
By a hungry spider
She believes
Staying still
Will make her invisible
A mistake so many have made
Too much space
For one odd shoe
And a leather belt
Left hanging
A lone lamp swings
In the breeze
From the window
A cracked pane
Distorts light
Casting a mid-morning
Rainbow across the wall
It brings colour back
To the bare room
There is no resting
In a slumber
Of shadows
And dead skin
With no company
To give it beauty
There is no duty
In remaining here
Take flight
It is the least you can do.