Sunday 7 October 2018

Good Night Sadness

Good Night Sadness

 
I lie in bed staring at the ceiling
I know it's every line
I know how the shadows fall
and wait for them 
to hide the sadness 
written there
before I close my eyes

I slip into a dream
bleak and bare as the ceiling
Even the moon is bare
and cold as stone
 
A watchful tree stands
rigid, silent, accusing
 
A violin begins
to keen piteously
 
A butterfly -  merely
a fragile shadow of itself
flutters, trapped
in an erratic flight
 
A rose weeps
a putrid bouquet

There are no shadows
here
Here there is no
 escape
from the sadness
written on
the ceiling
©Rose
 
This piece was inspired by Paul Eluard
'Adieu tristesse/ bonjour tristesse/ Tu es inscrite dans les
lignes du plafond'

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