Thursday, January 19, 2006

Desolation

Silently she sits

on the edge

of a musty, gray-linened bed,
feet splayed wide,
skirt draped on battered knees.

Brown bottle rolls empty
on the floor
(tinkle,
tinkle)

Chin couched
in a scarred palm,
while with the other hand
she throws
darts
at her portrait on the wall.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

... been to this place many times before... it left me quarter blind and I still have the scars, both outside and in. Just reading this takes me back there...

Dennie McDonald said...

Savannah - beautiful doesn't seem right - but Vivid, vivid does it the best justice I can!

Savannah Jordan said...

Anon~

Sorry to hear that. I hope all is well now. :)

Dennie~

Vivid is what I wanted -- poignant, perhaps even painful imagery.