Published September 15th, 2024
Poetry Contest #20 – First Place
by Freya Wilson
Mother smiles,
The falling rays gag her eyes.
She shields them from the brightness.
Her eyes are swollen with numbness,
Gaping as if dragged by their bags.
For six years we have come here
To this hilltop.
Run into the wind. The words fall from her lips,
Release me.
So I run
Down the hillside
I have known since birth
Through the wind I understand
Through the trees I know.
The breeze grasps my hands
And pulls me.
Mother turns away
Rests a hand on her hollow chest
Her heart has left her today.
About the Poet
Freya Wilson resides in Liss, Hampshire, England.
Read the poet's biography on Freya Wilson's Artist Page.
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