Been writing for a long time...only in the last few years have I shared. Would love comments on the poems I have written about the North of England and indeed, any others)
Emotion
Wounded fingers coalesce like a butterfly
Wings deprived of flight
Iridescence dimming
With each frantic beat
Staccato movement that betrays desperation
Then….
Stillness
Silence, like winter death
Cocoons our mortality
Freezes it in a time of pain
Suspended animation
Emotions on hold
Fingernails crack and break