Ashen grey

By Eva García-mayers

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Ashen grey, love
that was

white	snow
left to melt
upon the
	frozen meadow
 
faded photographs —
old diaries
secrets
	carved wood
	that once
	had meaning

lines as fine as Madame’s
greying hair
shed upon
	a pillowcase

rouge smeared
onto the cold	   pool
the looking glass
shafts of light
soak through

decaying	          skin —
falling in mottled sheets
 
silver–encrusted lips
kissing      	soft bark
a child’s boots tread
feather-light
	beds of rotten leaves
 
hours vanish
mind.        	empty

	       sturdy beams
clean
pale sky
	      windows 
 
open doubt
growing
	moss
ivy garden
	touching

	eaves dripping
white oak and
	rain singing
names
across the wood’s
fine grain

This is the second poem by Eva García-mayers in this blog. Twice a month, her writing group has given me the energy to continue walking. And writing.

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