A new addition to my poetry corner; a different style, darker in content than previous efforts but surprisingly fun to write! I just enjoyed using the imagery.
Acorn
Small, smooth, shining; beauty
understated.
An acorn becomes over time
unrecognisable.
Lost beneath its new bark skin.
Forgotten.
A woman sits beside a lake,
the shell of who she was
Upon the water, a shape
reflected. She stares.
The girl she knew just isn't there.
Her energy is spent.
Wart-like protrusions
deface.
Discoloured leaves shrivel.
The wizened oak stoops.
Scavengers await
the feast of decay.
Acorn
Small, smooth, shining; beauty
understated.
An acorn becomes over time
unrecognisable.
Lost beneath its new bark skin.
Forgotten.
A woman sits beside a lake,
the shell of who she was
Upon the water, a shape
reflected. She stares.
The girl she knew just isn't there.
Her energy is spent.
Wart-like protrusions
deface.
Discoloured leaves shrivel.
The wizened oak stoops.
Scavengers await
the feast of decay.
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