Reflection Poem by Sally A Mortemore

the water-colours pool in tones of melancholy 
pigments tainted for a year. from when 
alone with you two minutes seemed a lifetime.
now. nothing. but a lifetime to remember. always. 
your words. which blushed my heart. 
but. now. reflection ripples on the under-side of water. 
dour-colour painting ceaseless strokes to taint my breath 
in pains of grey. bleak-shadows brushed across this 
feted canvas. now. enslaved by words. your words. 
which turned too quickly into anger. at my fears. 
too dark. to keep our thoughts alive in amber. 
too deep. for you to light upon this ever burning page.


Sally A Mortemore ©2022