Florence by Elizabeth Drawdy


Her eyes stare straight

back into mine,

sword shimmering in the sun

making spots appear in

my eyes.

I see her earrings in the mirror:

spinning, sparkling,

sending rainbows across the walls.

Her soaked hair

long, red, and wrapped

in flowers

drips glistening droplets

into the puddle beneath my feet.

The collective past life

all reflected in the

light from the first dawn

to the last dusk.

Elizabeth Drawdy is a poet from North Carolina, currently living in Scotland. She loves writing about magical places and mythical beings and has a degree in English Literature from UNC Greensboro. She can be found on twitter @elizabethdrawdy.

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