Rainbows of your Love

Fatlass

You tell me that you love me with each and every bruise, 

And none could ever doubt that love clothed in such splendid purple hues, 

And as your stain tattoos me and blemishes my skin. 

I know your legacy will live on by the scars you leave within, 

For as the autumnal tempest disrobe the mighty tree,

The colours of your love will fade into a painful memory,

But the hurts that run the deepest will haunt me through the years, 

Bouyed on a sea of anguish; filled with the salt of a million tears,

And as I drown in sorrow and your blows rain from above.

I take my consolation in the rainbows of your love. 

  • Author: Ama (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2020 18:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: All of my poetry is personal and comes from memories and events in my past. This poem was written about my mother.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 23
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Comments3

  • dusk arising

    Wow! The quality of your poetry is excellent.
    A very personal and moving subject here covered with such grace. It's as if you rose above this painful part of your life and moved along, containing it. There are no scathing words of anger or recrimination which really lifts this piece.

    I'm sure you will begin to attract more and more readers of your work judging by what i have seen so far.

    This poem goes into my favourites.

    • Fatlass

      Your comment moved me to tears. It has been a real "leap of the edge moment" for me to post my work and I am so grateful for your kind words.

    • Neville


      The beautiful title first drew me in and then you held my attention throughout ...

      What a fine introduction to your craft I just stumbled upon whilst chasing a rainbow across a page .....

      All Good Things my friend,

      Neville

    • Fatlass

      You must be a Leprechaun, because I feel that your words, along with other comments, are my pot of gold at the end of the rainboe. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and commenting, it means so much to me.
      Best Wishes
      Anna



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