His arm outstretched on the bar top so long
Defining wood grain has marked his skin with deep welts, lines,
Semi-permanent tattoos, depicting the aching magnetism
Of old fashioned, warm amber, honeyed,
Pain relief. Waiting.
Just beyond his fingertips, though never beyond his grasp.
d’Verse quadrille (44 word poem) prompt: magnetic (in any form)
10 thoughts on “Amber”
Such a beautiful colo-r warm ambered, honeyed. I think all pain relief are temporary, fleeting. One either lives with pain or numbs it with other activities.
Ah…..people meet grief in different ways. Some hope the bottle, the amber liquid burning down the throat can burn the pain away. The problem with that is, one always comes to and the pain is felt anew.
The amber of ale can bring relief to your pain, but often it’s like running toward a cliff to escape a monster you can’t see. Love how you describe his arm on the countre.
WOW. This is such a vivid image, Jo-Anne. Your descriptions here are fantastic. I can see him. I feel for him. I hope he finds hope in other, more solid, places.
The image is so vivid and i really like your presentation of the message. A powerful piece!
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