Corpse Angels

by Maple Tree   Nov 11, 2019

Under every dark, hidden corner -
there is a soul buried within mossy tears
and unearthed memories.

Dangling fear shadows secrets
designed as skeletal walkers;
corpse angels "I call them"

They only know sorrow as sun
dips down every day to kiss them,
moon draws them to its breast
like a babe at midnight to comfort.

Dawn reveals smiles across hallow eyes
and cagey emotions- but at night when
the owl stands alone, like a warrior
peace protects them; they continue to live

because when in darkness there is always light.

For Robyn


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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Mark

    Beautiful this is.

  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Love this Andrea, baby birds journey has been a rough one. Hugs my friend-

  • 1 month ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Wonderful imagery conjured from you as is always the case, Andrea.

    All the best as ever.

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