Thursday, 2 June 2022

One Poem by Angel Edwards


Amethyst Bed


child sleeps


an amethyst


she has no mouth

no lips to kiss


Four glass stairs

lead to the outside


her world ashine

under a half moon


topaz bushes



ancient fountain

in the centre

flowing water



a rainbow stream


she scoops some water

into her boneless hand


as she breathes in

the magic water


ghost friend jack

becomes visible


she attempts

as always in vain


always to his laughter


to embrace

to touch

she cannot


Jack is dressed up

like a king

crooked crown

velvet purple cloak



Jack has no eyes

his vision is wise



neither would fall in love

innocent child love only

best friends

child ghosts

Angel Edwards is a singer songwriter guitarist published writer published poet with 4 books from Vancouver BC Canada

member of AFM local 145


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