Poem Of Similes

The foundation of a tear

And the hoarse leaves

Whispering to themselves

Private  as a long-forgotten echo


The last-born babe

In trembling arms

it's non existent reality

Pink as a tender lip


Withering and strangled

A soul amongst a thousand more


Pale as a moons half-smile


He smiles in colourless days

And holds out nothing

The edge of his words

Soft as a breathing fear


She lies between the half-dead hill

The blind pull of a forgotten ocean

Cutting through her ras throat

Sharp as a smile stained with regret


Past the layers of velvet hope

A leaf falls from its tree

But the wind does not blow it away

Grey as a fading heart

Alice Bellan