Her Story

Her Story

Beyond the realm of thought, where reasoning is shattered into fragments, and illusion transforms shadow into substance, she walks upon the falling dust that gathers in the corners of remembrance.  Her existence is defined by those who turn the pages of carefully bound selections as a narrative for those who follow.  For this small world within a world dwells upon a hidden shelf in the minds of men who recall her presence.  Alas, she is there, dancing for the days of wine and romance.  Where the renewal of spring, the adornment of autumn and hush of winter’s snow remain, she is there.  She did not go.

©Kay Salady

About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on July 5, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Hello Kay! First, thank you for subscribing to my blog. And…I liked this poem very much. It’s good to read other women poets.

    Lady Nyo


  2. andersphansen



  3. Thoughtful write with images created in every word.
    Very nice …


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