Reflection on time
Aristocratic hands, almond shaped nails
grace the remains of the Château
nestled among the French countryside.
Memories dart, of the opulence that
filled each room, the French champagne,
the rose gardens, the mosaic tiled pool. Pain,
shards through my heart as I stand in the ruins
of my old home. Crumbling graffiti stained walls,
ashes from the fires that were started here,
piles of needles in the corner, blood stained
floors. End of an era of milk and honey,
of grandeur and passion, replaced by
an impulse for a quick thrill. An unwelcomed
visitor, lost in time, tainted memories
Ava Drake is a poetess from London, UK. She started writing poetry at a young age and has recently rediscovered her passion for writing. She is currently working on her first poetry anthology.