“bleached silence”

Written for:  The Twiglets #282 - bleached silence

From my seat
on bleached white driftwood,
a calm silences my mind.

In the stark silence,
I watched blood drain from 
her face, like bleached linen.

bleached to bone white
middle of the desert
remains of animals

            A bleached platinum blonde movie queen
              of the 1930's reigned supreme.
                  The envy of women
                not knowing her within
        were shocked at headlines, and photo–obscene.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to “bleached silence”

  1. Misky says:

    That first one is wonderful!


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