Magpie Tales
You saw me and laughed.
Brittle, the sound broke me.
I fell from the past
into the future you
so brightly painted
on the balmy air.
Underneath me, my bike
broke, threw my caution
to the winds, catching
your hair, holding you
back - it was a dream
I believed to be real.
You saw me and laughed.
Brittle, the sound broke me.
Love teh way your poem moves - smooth flow.
ReplyDeleteThis is a well-made poem I think - I like the imagery of the second verse and the way the lines of the third and fourth verses flow together works very well and draws me back to read again.
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