Poem: Trepidation
By: Mary P. Douglas
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