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.
Hues of Hankinson 