Blind, fumbling amongst bramble
abandoned, bereft in enemy terrain
shoes, hungry, under cold heaven’s regard
fast-fading sunshine to vacuum gloom
seeps up in mist from your forever lie
Today’s poem is in the Waltmarie form, which is “a 10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.”
Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.