Water in Winter, copyright rodalena 2010I lost my mother’s voice.

It was just here…
So brilliantly frozen.

Biting leaden chords,
Choking so tightly.

I know I just had it;
I can taste the blood on my tongue.

But it’s gone.
Winter is closing in.

My neck feels so exposed now,
so cold.

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One Response to Saturnine

  1. Softly, touching the chords of the soul…

You look like you want to say something. Go right ahead.