Fugue in Blue
written by: Caro Henry
I hear the music
And as our souls
Twirl, spin, negotiate
Each turn
I saw them dance
Their figures
Blurred blue
Loving, swirling,
Sometimes fused
Ah! the longing
Do souls ache?
Pillowed sweetly in
Repose, feebly laid
As the lute whines
The nascent dawn
Clasps us to her breast
Then, I awaken
Feel the weight
Of you there,
Hear your
Sleep-stained breaths
Caro Henry explores personal experiences, investigates the human condition, and captures the world through her fiction (short stories and poetry). She also writes nonfiction pieces or pairs them with fiction to expand on a theme. Caro is into gardening and observing nature in all its forms.
Latest posts by Caro Henry (see all)
- Battle Scars - July 2, 2024
- Fugue in Blue - April 17, 2024
- Violet Circles - October 8, 2023
