Imagery Poem


This is a short piece I wrote for my Poetry Workshop class. It’s untitled as of now.



Her fingers were flickering flames,

folding and fanning like playing cards.

Tar cracks mirrored her palm:

engraved with a lifeline, trapeze.

Tears docked in my eyes:

rain on lily pads.

Small smirk:

a kickstand that slanted her smile.



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