• joybirdpoetry 6w

    Sentinel spirits

    She will leave her heart
    at the gate of sorrow
    of the abandoned house
    where the honeysuckle
    grows wild on the fence
    and the ghosts
    of her parents
    keep watch
    from an upstairs window
    longing for a glimpse
    of the whimsical child
    in white petticoats
    who played in the yard
    making daisy chains
    and chasing butterflies
    echoes of her laughter
    lifting on the breeze
    and captured in a jar
    that they keep
    on the window ledge
    awaiting her return