Numbed by trickles of sheer icy fear
She knelt, as the dark flow of red
Treacled it's circle, dis-colouring green.
Oozing it's way round his head.
Silenced by shock she lifted glazed eyes.
The once sporty car pieced the ground.
Spewing confusion, unearthly, yet still
Her eyes fixed on wheels idling round.
Destruction's illusion caused time to back-spin
Re-flashing she saw, as before,
The tree halting speed, the air-piercing crash.
Now a young heart is beating no more.
Fay, your account, just after an accident, is both moving and horrific. Just left me hoping that this is indeed a fictional piece and not a true experience. Well written, and as usual, you choose your words with great skill.10/10 Ian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Fay. A superb picture and story in rhyme just the way I like to enjoy my poetry. with a serious message to boot, Excellent another (10) I think. Regards Dave.