Poetry Window Tears by Hannah Faoileán

A dark and thunderous mane;
anguish triumphant-eyed,
an ecstasy that falls upon
the tears of a broken child.

A ravager tears apart,
enflamed eyes red and wild;
an empty vessel cries
for the tears of a broken child.

Abandoned packets of solace
in shrouded blankets lie.
Their chalices all gather round
and everyone wonders why.

A frightened frown lies sleeping.
A face so pale and mild.
With a story that lies hidden
in the tears of a broken child.

A maiden travels alone,
a beautiful woman restyled.
But her secret is spoken in silence
by the tears of a broken child.

 

[Serra K]

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