empty streets,
a lone tavern light
seared the mist,
even stars
that whispered in her closed eyes,
dissolved in the dark;

he found her
sunbeams round her throat,
the blunt knife
in her hand,
still bleeding on the table,
her final poem.

Linked to MLM where the prompt is for a Shadorma Pair inspired by Van Gogh’s Cafe Terrace at Night

48 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. Unsettling and beautiful all at once..the soft imagery like the paint and yet the story waiting behind so real and anguished – sunbeams round her throat – my favourite line and will also remember your poem whenever i see this painting


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