Sarah

They call her Sarah,
she is the unborn smile
on the closed lids of
your stillborn child.

She is the old woman,
with broken teeth,
who smiles
and the sweetness
breaks your heart.

She is your shadow
and your light,
Sarah is an angel
who took flight
Sarah is your nemesis
your heart and soul.

They call her Sarah,
yet she has no name;
you call your demons names
it im-personalises them,
Sarah is wisdom and lore

Sarah smiles,
but she was never
your redemption.





Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 824 times
Written on 2014-11-15 at 18:27

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text



I think I know Sarah; I call her Athena, goddess of wisdom, but you're right, she's way beyond names.
2014-11-16



Very powerful! Sad and dark and beautifully written. I like it.
~Ashe
2014-11-16



Very powerful! Sad and dark and beautifully written. I like it.
~Ashe
2014-11-16


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Talismanic with subtle power.
2014-11-15