Poem: Trepidation

By: Mary P. Douglas

trepidaton
artist
painting her heart with music
awakening her mind with expression

blue eyes
deep souls
escape artists

wandering into his realm
blind, inhibited, hungry

winds swirled
stones thrown
hail pounded

damaged goods
convinced of worthlessness
petrified of the black widow

he wandered
she ran
momentary stillness

his voice
her words
her voice
his words

dirt footpaths
sweat ached
branches entangled
boulders obstructed

she stumbled
she shook
his arms quieted
whispers heard
icicles fashioned
he wandered
she ran

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