⋅ 24 February 2012

Tools of Her Trade

Nightly she stands by the shore
Face upturned to the dark starless sky
As tears of pain roll freely from her eyes
*********
In her hands a net of silver
Made of the finest diamond dust
Forged in fire, pain and lust
********
She hears their vocies whisper
As dark waters lap at the shore
Some for mercy
Others whimpering in pain
Begging to live once more
*******
Slowly she throws her net
Far
and
Wide
Pulling lost souls from the waters
Close to her side
********
Gently gathering them around her
She handles each soul
As her tears stain the sand
*******
And divides them into three piles

Yes
Maybe
and
Never again
******

Sign in or create an account to write feedback
  • Those three haunting words attend many love affairs. This is delightful, contemplative, and is a delightful read! Nice work!24 Feb 2012 by

  • You have had a stellar debut on PF, Duckie.25 Feb 2012 by

  • Hi Duckie, wow really like this poem - as one of the other comments says it truely is haunting, but haunting in a kinda soft, delicate and beautiful way. It paints a lovely, eerie picture that I'm sure stays with the reader long after the poem is over. Loved it, gonna read some of your others now :o)31 Mar 2012 by

  • Wonderful poetry very delightful to read18 Mar 2013 by

  • Do you really want to delete?

    The comment will be deleted for ever. Are you sure?

    Yes, delete Cancel ×