The Visit
Mocked by the thin sun
of a February morning
she shut the door
on the cocoon of her house.
She shrugged herself deeper into her coat.
Distaste tugged at the corners
of her lipsticked mouth.
Spiked heels meticulously picking a path,
her gleaming car received her,
purring pleasure,
flattering the tedious road ahead.
Bound for the old house by the sea,
shrouded in memories of long ago,
where faded women kept watch over a past
which was hers too,
grey clouds overwhelmed
the last rays of the morning’s sun.
Friko
Posted over on her site Friko's World
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