Michael Edwards

THREE SHORTIES

 

 

 

RETURN 

She slowly unlatched the creaking gate

and walked the pebbled path once more.

She placed the key inside the lock

and opened wide the peeling door.

 

 

 

SEVERANCE 

In dearth of good fortune

I shall now sever

degrees of connection

the choice is all mine.

 

 

 

LOVE GONE 

As glistening teardrops fall in rain

With dampened hold on love’s desire

She slowly quenched my raging fire

My pleas were heard in vain.