May 27, 2011

After the Fire

As she sifts through
the ashes -
fingers smudged gray and
black -
She finds the melted,
deformed arm…
A doll,
once –
laughing eyes,
ribboned hair –
Nothing left but the
Cherub’s blackened
arm…
No more tea parties.


copyright © 2011 Kevin Routh

2 comments:

  1. Hello.
    Visiting from The Poetry Pantry.

    Somewhat sad & disturbing.
    You expressed it well.
    Thanks for sharing.

    Undress Me With Your Sultry Eyes

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