Day 4 and our muse on Writing 201: Poetry is Concrete poetry with Enjambment as the device of choice.
from the ash grey
was perfect, the atmosphere
all but sparkled with electricity. She
walks back straight, taking long strides. Her
perfect figure peeking beneath her long coat, the only
colour on her black ensemble are her crimson thin lips.
Dodging puddles on ground. Head bent as though searching
earnestly. I’ve found you she said with triumph as she stops
in front of a small round puddle perfectly reflecting the street
sign which read ; Mirror Road.
Softly singing an ethereal song, she gently bends forward
touching the puddles taut surface gently. It shivers ever
so slightly. Yes, her only thought. Standing upright
head held high her song floats off her ruby lips,
hands outstretched on either side of her,
she steps in the center
Lifting her other leg, all I saw was she became transparent then faded away. As though she didn’t exist, as though I saw a reflection in my mind.