Tuesday Poem – Rag Doll

A verdant symphony echoes

Above, around, below,

Encompassing her free form,

A tender touch,

An ardent dance,

But an embrace that withers

When blows the cold tempest.

Life is ripped,

Their brown, broken skeletons exposed

In a forest of death.

She stops — alone —

Falls to barrenness.

The floppy rag doll tears —

The final seam undone.

05/24/17

Published by

Cynthia "Cyndi" Hilston

Cynthia Hilston is a thirty-something-year-old stay at home mom of three young kids, happily married. Writing has always been like another child to her. After twenty years of waltzing in the world of fan fiction, she finally stepped away to do her debut dance with original works of fiction. In her spare time – what spare time? – she devours books, watches Doctor Who and Game of Thrones, pets her orange kitty, looks at the stars, and dreams of what other stories she wishes to tell.  

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