The betrayed
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1 min readJul 26, 2019
I am so old;
winter snow
ignores me
covering me
like autumn leaves
that were lifted
and carried by
turbulent warm air
through a whirlwind
of promises collected
from across the
hills and the vales
and the towns
full of chimneys
bellowing out secrets
from bedrooms where
love is betrayed
soft quilts cover
their shame; the guilt.
Outside slithery snakes
converge, suffocating
the woman, mourning
the flowers wilting
in her summer garden
bleeding betrayal
into the unforgiving
town gutters.