Woman in Tatters
Woman in Bloom
A woman who matters
A face on a tomb

She sits in a corner
Having painted the floor
Nowhere to go now
Can't run anymore

She stands on a hillside
Her guitar strumming colors
Her pick hits a chord
Harmonizing with others

She lies in her bedroom
Fists punching the air
Boxing at shadows
There ain't nothin' there

She marches the streets
Her face shines like the day
She links arms with Titans
And blows them AWAY.

Her face is slow cracking
She dances on doom
Woman in tatters

Woman in Bloom.


Catherine Jarvis  (c) 2019