You spilled incarnadine
across dirt floor
grainy crystals and flecks of
stone that turned to mud
sunk deep to worms
and roots of trees
that drank your stain
and
turned thin-veined leaf
shy pink until rain
came and
saturated dew
carried you away to
white clouds lost
in the perfect sky.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 7:17 PM UTC
You spilled incarnadine
across dirt floor
grainy crystals and flecks of
stone that turned to mud
sunk deep to worms
and roots of trees
that drank your stain
and
turned thin-veined leaf
shy pink until rain
came and
saturated dew
carried you away to
white clouds lost
in the perfect sky.
Copyright Hannah Kollef, 2010
