The Ghosts of Sorrows Past


The Ghosts of Sorrows Past

The ghosts

Of sorrows past

Wild

And untethered

Abstract shadows

Behind

The mirror’s face

Reflecting

The world

In fractured parts

Some things

Will never rest

The silence

Coming unravelled

They bloom

And send forth blossoms

Blood red poppies

On a field of night

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

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