More poems by badgerglue

The Marrow.

A quaint Feeling
Picturesque; you posed.
In black and white
Imadray ; you froze.

A blue dress
à la mode; you blushed.
It snapped a Frame/
Giggle; you hushed.

A Solitude decision
Void; you vanished.
Yet the picture remained.
I; You banished.

A picture
Lingered; the sorrow.
A photographic memory.
Confined; you, the Marrow.
Poem by badgerglue