You wore silk
A delicate shade
Ivory
Gold brocade
Your veil feigning innocence
You captured my heart.
Nylon shift
Hides your sagging form
Rings forlorn
Scars are worn
On old withered hands laid bare
Our love lingers on.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for MTB at d’Verse where we are using the form Shadorma.
To me the form suggested shadow and I thought about how as we age we still keep our shadow of youth.
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Hues of Hankinson 
The clothes change, the person wearing them stays the same. Thoughtful poem.
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Woaaa nelly! “Nylon shift, Hides your sagging form” nothing hidden from you! Lol! You got that right, Alison
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What a lovely photograph, and how like children you two looked! You have a unique take on the prompt and I’m grateful for your contribution. Especially these lines:
“Scars are worn
On old withered hands laid bare
Our love lingers on.”
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It is my mum and dad, she passed away unexpectedly almost 10 years ago and I think he would do anything to have her withered hand to hold. XXX Much love. XXX
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I like how the rhymes tied this together and the final line.
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Till death did them part. I love how you wrote a beginning and an ending in 2 stanzas.
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chortle…minimalist…XXX
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🙂
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Nice!
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Of course, this is a poignant yet universal Shadorma..very touching!
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Beautifully described.
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Thank you. XX
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I loved your words…you found some I was looking for. xoxo
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This is beautiful… such love will always stay.
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I like this a lot. Time changes the physical not always for the better, but the emotional can grow boundlessly.
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