Evening Primrose


Portrait of sadness by Agnieszka Lorek

Before the light of day
slips behind the moon
the maple tree glows red,
In tendrils of spidery webs
my fingers caress the earth,
Overcome by
the delicate aroma of evening primrose,
blossoms exposed on dusk.
The warmth of the sun fading –
the cool air weighs
heavily around my shoulders,
the lace shawl a slip across my vulnerability.
The beetles scuttle across the grass below,
Searching for a place to call their own.
I, a shapeless shadow,
disguised by the comfort of night
white stargazer lilies
upon the burial site,
a stagnant boulder
my eyes aching in
fits of weeping,
red rimmed and creasing,
hysteria took my heed.
Taken to the ground
my tears and
all my days gone,
an ancient story
buried below,
Goodbye my love.
Unfold my limbs across
our final resting place
Under the sun and
Clouded night.

I’ll lie with you all my days.


Art Deco

The night is on my side,
Lost in the specks of the sky,
Shadowed and trailed,
Diagonal, the eclipse of my heart,
Concealed behind the truth,
My emotions sleep, in the dark,

A broken heart,
Swollen and heightened,
A Treacherous path,
A basket of straw and a cloth of white cotton,
And a tipi on the grassy shore,
The river to break the silence of the woods,
Conceptual in the night, moving rapidly,

In terror, powerless to shift,
Fear grips her suffocating hands,
Hope tries to breathe, the empty air,
An art deco world, fringed in contemporary fashion,
Blinded by the traces of geometry, reflections,
Shapes of indiscretions, too fragile to change a thing.

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