Sticky Notes


I drift
candle wings
shadow my silhouette on stone

the attic creaks plundered tales
asleep until brittle fingers
cast about for bits of bone

tumbled caskets
basket size
guard scent on cotton sighs
and buried hymns in tearstained notes

outside the night ticks and rattles
shakes a whisper through dormer gates
and the chill of broken hours

cups candlelight till dawn
when sunlight sneaks a slivered gilt
tucks echoed gems goodnight

and twilight serves a sparrow's frown
birdbath's empty aria
weighs the task to breathe again




BY 

Grandmakittyfl

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