Stray Thoughts

Batool Idrish posted under PenMuse-31 Poetry on 2021-06-22



Today, I stood beside his windowpane, Silk sheers rustled, and the moon stopped to glow  Through the pall, highlighting the bloody stain.  My heart whispered, "'Tis your beau, not your foe!"  My hands, frantically, I wiped of  gore  Today, I stood beside his windowpane  Voices whispered... lover, traitor, and whore!  Oh lord! I heard my heartbeat wax and wane.  Soon neighbours and kids whispered, "She's insane!"  Eerie moonbeams mingled with hushed voices  Today, I stood beside his windowpane  Waves of cops feigned how a cold knife poises The moon glared, and the loud wind wept and whirled  A shiver went down my spine, "O, He's slain!"  Constantly, these words the harsh voices hurled!  Today, I stood beside his windowpane  Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!