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The Only Streak of Colour

I was the only streak of colour,

Within the blackened room.

And although people may not have thought it appropriate,

She knew I didn’t like the gloom.

*

Although the flowers fulfilled their duty,

They brought some colour,

Some life.

They are expected to in these circumstances,

But in context, they were not so bright.

*

Like I have been for so long,

I carried her.

And eventhough my steps were solemn and slow and everything became a blur,

My violet flag waving,

And I knew I could do this for her.

*

And as we left that place,

Free in the open air,

I felt the wind embrace me,

And I knew that she was there.

*

Because ever since she parted,

When the world became cold and chill,

I have felt the wind around me,

And I know she’s with me still.

*

Sometimes a decade doesn’t change a thing…

In Loving Memory of Violet Irene Carnell, Nan. ❤️

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Author:

Briony Marshall is an author from the West Midlands in the UK. She is a graduate from the University of Wolverhampton with a degree in Creative & Professional Writing with English. Briony currently lives at home with her Mom, Dad and boyfriend. When Briony is not writing, she’s knitting and when she’s not knitting, she’s drinking coffee. Her debut novel, cosy, romantic, knitting comedy: Unravelled, is available now and Briony looks forward to the adventures this new chapter will bring.

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