Wordle #242


The sky is pale, pinafore blue,
the edges crimped like words
in an abandoned letter.
My other face eases
back into the water
a whisper condensed,
an object unquestable.

I call to her but she does not listen.
Narcissa, flower-eater, dream-threader
she transforms and persists, ever-present,
shining and vestigial, I follow her
in the hopes of drowning.
I follow her,  heart full of echoes.


13 responses to “Wordle #242

  1. Pinafore blue grabbed me – as did the other self – i can understand the urge to follow..it pulls so strongly and yet i hope this side of the water can be better sometime – an emotive and beautiful poem

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s