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written by: Fotoula Reynolds
Her eyes are sad and cold
Where has her zest for life gone?
Some say, it exists beneath a sun
As radiant as an angel’s halo, but
She searches with a heavy brow
And moves quietly through the fog
There it is again
That feeling that
Silences all thoughts
Choking fading words
Blindfolding her desires
Where once she was
A painting
A sculpture
A poem
Memories sit on the edge of
Her tongue, waiting for a
Forgetful brain to find a
Way of expressing them
And she will no longer be
Her life’s silent onlooker
She opens her soul
Steps inside a Vivaldi concerto
And takes her heart for a walk
Through ‘The Four Seasons’
Where she is, once again
Part of the dream
She abandoned long ago
Fotoula Reynolds
Fotoula Reynolds is an author of poetry. She lives in the Dandenong Ranges in Victoria, Australia with her family. Living in the hills lends itself to the topics of nature where she draws inspiration from the surrounding spaces. She began writing poetry in 2016 and has published her first book of poems titled: The sanctuary of my garden (2018). Her work has been published internationally in e-zines/journals/reviews/anthologies.
Latest posts by Fotoula Reynolds (see all)
- Come Away With Me - July 7, 2020
- Pandemonium - April 10, 2020
- Polyhymnia - February 11, 2020
