Photograph: ©John Stadnicki, ‘Corpus I’ – MMXVII
(for Katie McCue)
The soldier, asleep by his polished sword,
was somehow surprised.
Such a big storm!
The colours, all of them, disappeared.
The city collapsed in a big crevasse.
When she cried,
everybody cried.
The roads, the windows had to be shut
when she needed silence.
The words had to be wrapped in silvery knots
just before
they became people.
The stories stopped being written,
the earth stopped,
the war stopped.
And simply because she had
a fear of butterflies.
The butterflies were not scared of her.
Photograph: ©John Stadnicki, ‘Corpus II’ – MMXVII
Nice work – strong imagery.
Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, Bill. I am glad you enjoy it! really glad! Maria 🙂
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Beautiful artwork and wonderful words. Thank you.
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Thank you, John and welcome back in the neighbourhood! Happy New writing to you and a fabulous 2018!! Grateful for your comments and support. Maria
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I’m still here dear Maria and you are welcome my friend.
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Keep the fight up!! And keep writing! And keep in touch! Thank you
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