Blue…

Sunlight shone through tattered curtains
The old house took on a new perspective
A woman rocked in her large chair
Weary, worn and a so reflective
She spied a busy Bumblebee
Just outside the window pane
It buzzed and hummed its life away
Not ever having to explain
Blue was the colour of the sky
The day she chose to pass away
Her friends and family all gone
No point to live another day

Jacky Leonard © 2010

 

Author’s notes
Written during a Montpellier’s writers group.  We were tasked with writing something after just being given the colour blue.

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