Dawn broke like a bottle
and light fell as glass shards
through the sun bleached curtains
your mother bought for us
the month after we were married.
When they found the bed,
empty sheets burned gold,
the creases marked out in silver
an echo of our bodies
traced in the unmade,
and a slip of perfect pressed linen
still held taught
where I’d drawn a line
on the very last night
that I’d allowed you in
before shutting turning the locks
Title Prompt:Sunrise (courtesy of Nandina Varma)
I found the prompt for this poem on twitter and it fits quite nicely as I have another poem from a while back that was featured on the site Eyes & Words called Sunsets. It’s supposed to be a NaPoWriMo Day One prompt but I’ve already written one poem today, so it looks like this is a spare.
Very beautiful poem 😊
Thank you very much
Lovely imagery! 😊
Should ‘little’ in first line be ‘like’?
Yes is should be, thanks for pointing it out