She stood in the shadow of death
Taken by the beauty
Of the valley below

Fields of green
With splashes of color
Seemingly endless
She felt no fear there

For thou art with her
Comforting in presence
Bringing only peace
Amid those long gone
Remembered in stone

Upon her sun kissed flesh
Traces of rust remained
Smiling from behind
Columns of lattice
Uncannily bore his name

And the sky sprinkled tears
As her words ran off the page
Under that grey laden sky
Keeping the fire within
Momentarily at bay

As adagio breezes
Kept at safe distance
The lace of Queen Anne
From a barbwire death

© 2011 Jill Terry

Published by jill

Riding the current of life's changing tides, while capturing my journey in images and words...

One thought on “ADAGIO BREEZE

  1. This is amazing, Jill…
    I absolutely love the whole piece.
    It’s something that Sylvia Plath might have written, if she didn’t completely SUCK!!!

    Seriously. It’s amazing
    And I was there to experience it too!!!

    Be proud
    You should be
    Even if no one else gets it.


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