Esoterica

A collection from various authors

Warmth, An Illusion

by Phoebe

February light pushes weakly
thru the window glass,
its grudging presence
betrays the room.
Sodden ash lies on the hearth
where joyous flame did brighten,
its warmth an illusion.
Hollow foot falls echo
Abandonment.
A door, once never closed, now locked,
Baring note to whom it may concern:
Moved. No forwarding address.

Storm

by Aislynn

do you recall
the summer storm?
you crushed a
delicate rose
after the rain,
weak petals
beneath
your fingers