21 #naPoWriMo

At wit’s end
Deep falls desperate
Over the edge
To the well of Narcissus

She sees a flower
Its face like her own
Yet ripples form wrinkles
& gravity takes her

Down into darkness
Sinking, she dreams
Of sweet long ago
Waking, to see true blood in her vain

3 Comments

  1. Annie on 21st April, 2018 at 5:52 pm

    Wonderful way of telling the tale 🙂

    • Denise Carruthers on 21st April, 2018 at 6:42 pm

      Thank you Annie. The Napowrimo prompts are doing my head…roll on end of April….

      • Annie on 21st April, 2018 at 6:47 pm

        I agree, the last few prompts have been challenging. I went off prompt a few times. All good fun, though ?

Leave a Comment