How can she love it, but have no energy to do it?
Secretly she’s lonely, the smile
Translucent under finer study;
Something is missing,
A blank void
Momentarily swelling with emotion.
At first, there was calm in the bleakness
But the whir of time morphed change
The wind whistled with an eerie fervour.
Systematically beating all other life from her
So that only the dance remains.
Does the risk extend that far?
Sunken twinges scar the irrational borderline.
For now, few realise
Failing to reconsider what they’ve seen.
Stitch upon stitch,
Building scaffolds before imminent deconstruction
Feet dangling over the precipice.
© Kimberley Harvey
© jonathan m hughes