Memories

She sits before me
Strong, silent, sullen,
A Rock

Woman

She is beautiful
Drawing in
Frightening off

Enigmatic

Her head stretches back
Her neck straining
Toward the past

Remembering

Ghosts of pain
Veils of mystery
Wisps of joy

Hers

Dark eyes
Dead ahead
Capture me

Here

Her memories,
Neither alive nor dead,
Carry forward

Today

And today
And...

(Please read my short story The Memory Girl on the on the web site of the international literary magazine, Litro (litro.co.uk, click on Stories)