The outstretched hand

Lay lifeless and bare.

Woven through the fingers

Was a lock of hair.

Golden lengths

Shimmering in the light.

Still shimmering

As day led to night.

The stars shone above

Bright, so bright.

The lifeless hand

Still, in the night.

Mist encompassed

The hand and the hair

Forming droplets of water

Hanging in the air.

The hand moves

And releases the lock.

It falls to the ground

And lays next to a rock.

It's cold,

He whispers into her ear.

She smiles

As he pulls her near.

The outstretched hand

Lay lifeless and bare

Woven through the fingers

Was a lock of hair.

Poetry By Various Contributors

Vicki Virago

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