by Linda Fuller

Entwined as youngsters on the garden path
We dug in dirt and tossed it toward the sky
We washed each other in our nightly bath
And shook and wrung until we both were dry

I drew the bow, you found the notes we played
Such harmony enveloped both our lives
But as we grew our sweet consensus frayed
Our tongues no longer honeyed became knives

The threat I felt from you solidified
Once gentle touches now from jagged nails
I'd loved you well till Jekyll turned to Hyde
Your change of heart has sent me off the rails

Would you unhand me, sister, through and through
I'll beat you to the cut and unhand you


Posted on 01/08/2024
Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/09/24 at 02:04 AM

Nice one Linda!

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