Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Gin scribblings

Chasing Home


She leaves
in a density of tears
taking the hug of years
that wrapped the trappings
of the once-more child
The miserable stain of her perfume
lingers
as she casts aside the ill-fitting robes
of comfort
defying loneliness
for a dream
that chases home

3 comments:

Shameless said...

There is something sad but positive about this poem ... funny how holidays can bring out all kinds of sentiments. I hope the sunburn doesn't hurt too much and that it's good to be back writing.

Minx said...

Shhh, I'm writing!

skint writer said...

thanks for popping over - you have a nice style - I'll be back . . .