As usual, the the blocked spacing isn’t right but that’s life. This is a new poem & collage … finished this morning.
collage © polly macdavid. collage made of images found on pinterest & my own personal photos.
the next person she met was death. on a white horse riding through a field
of red flowers. the sun was just rising & she had nowhere to go
anyway. his touch was cold but his smile warmed her entire soul.
immediately her past faded away like it never happened.
the floating world is not heaven. not hell or purgatory or one
of the many places a soul can go after dying. it was
a beautiful world. a sorrowful world. she never wanted to leave.
it was in fact a world made just for her. a world her brain designed. a
pageantry of silk & silence. polite propriety. poetic
recitation as seduction within & without conversation.
dropping lines of haiku written in blood secretly from silken sleeves.
red flowers everywhere. death reappears. hey babe. it’s time to go.
no! she cried. no! he smiled & said i know it seems all too soon.
but you’re a butterfly now babe. time to fly. time to leave this dark cocoon.
© polly macdavid