She always melted into symbios
like dying snow falling softly
a background flower – wallflower
forgotten even before you’ve met
her hair was grey like a trailerpark
backyard in early March
She had a voice that sang
in harmony with swaying canopies
devoid of greenery.
She was so easily ignored
as your eyes were always fixed
on the rutted path
that leads away.
Her gaze was alway wandering
into remote waterlogged marshes
And her hands were like dying birds
forgotten by its kin.
Her dresses were like November fog.
with a smell of composted leaves
The day she was to leave
she wrote a letter to the wind,
scribbled in a hairline filigree
never to be read
She disapeared into the mist.
Her footprints in the sand
were faint and shallow
and the wind took them away.
invisible she was
invisible she left.
Mary wants us to write about invisible.. by a coincidence the picture for the Visdare prompt was a perfect fit. Hmm and I think I might have included a little of Brians character prompt as well.