Putting My Feet In The Dirt Prompt # 7 Alleviating The Ache
A promise for a kiss
a kiss for a promise
a heart for a soul
I will not surrender the key for the lock
to the only door out
of my dark and empty house.
The garden out back is over grown and wild
the flowers, the birds and the trees all died
the cats stroll through looking for snacks
and there’s a hive in the apple tree
it’s a tomb for the bees
that dream in death about warm, sweet Spring days.
There’s a swing
on the porch
that rocks on it’s own
and there is music haunting the living room
in the dark and empty house
that used to be my home.
2 thoughts on “The Key”
Nice poetry ~ I love the line ‘It’s a tomb for the Bees.’ 💐
Thank you so much for ready my poem John.